The Reality Of A Dream. Poem by Raja Nosherwan

The poison crown that bound my head,
did bring a sober theme,
'all the less, is of loving said,
a dream is left a dream'.

So in my strength, I broke the ring,
with all the fair alarms,
as crownless was a lovers king,
a king -to loving arms.

I feared now not, the roaring hall,
equivalent to decay,
but all the wealth to me was pall,
the poison and -delay.

Days on which we as winters wept,
Do rest those silver trees,
the suns that had us burning kept,
now dance the summers breeze.

I ran across to foreign lands,
to then my life pursue;
how homes are there in wishing sands
I wish! -I always knew.

There is no more a different state,
-two lives with joy ascend;
never does us hurt, a vermin's hate,
its self when love defends.

Yet, see the moon in golden heels,
when I am calm and wise,
I cherish now how dreaming feels;
a dream -with open eyes.


R.N.Khan, © 2011