Torrential Rain Poem by Naveed Khalid

Must I deny thee most the heart that fed
in nurslings of immortality,
so fairly lost scope of days that are gone
in my bed of crimson joy her stumbled feet
of cut-out trees in the rainforest, my age-old love,
that half-baked masonry's night such darling buds of may
of clay and wattle-made thistles to some rivulet blue;
pebbles and stones in the ocean sink her woes too deep,
of golden tress his hair upon the sand dunes:
full ripe gourd of some hazel nuts in my account,
small minions that arise like to the lark at break of day
this world of my shipwrecked dreams in the late evening,
of e'ery departed look down the lane in amber woods,
beside the oak, squirrels make hoards while musing o'er the dale,
a black cat crossed my way pricked with a furr coat in the cellar-barn
away from high heavens thy most high deserts,
of crowquill my feathered pen hath writ thrice with holy dread
too shall fade to a close afraid of darkened earth's infernal grove
above the mundane, untread places far-off beyond the sunrise,
e'ery flower upon a barren heath under the Archangel's brow,
full fathom-five thy battled bones awhile but to think on thee,
rest content be oblivion of a host among daffodils in summer prime
this darkly drowned enigma of yore dream can ne'er illumine
of fealty's Apollo at my door, ages that are dead by the sea-ashore.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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