Thoughts Of You Poem by Naveed Akram

Thoughts of going away are abrupt like the snow and hail,
I may never behold a costlier sight than castles on Wales's mountain.
The adventure of the district is far greater than a general or computer,
Forward-march is the ritual offered to some who bereave and sin and grieve.

Thoughts of you, are thoughts of winter and snow, jolly gold,
Or good silver, like the silver on the Versailles Palace,
For the nerves of the sky and the balance of the economic power;
Failing it is like learning of an abode in the deepest cavern.

My mind grows fond of treasure as I sin and win, feed and lead,
Like an abductor or retriever, the loose work is afoot, dark work is effort,
Little is learnt from the noise of the wind and rain, falling around
As speedy as northern winds and as slow as the canyon of golden choice.