Wide Awake Poem by Naveed Khalid

O let him who thinks on thee more bright,
fade away in the back of your mind
than what the stars in secret influence comment,
of untread places far-off beyond the sunrise,
that in largess of some thought on wings, on wings;
heaven-ward bent at sunset of the evening sky,
that crow's quill of my shipwrecked dreams,
pays homage to the setting sun at Matilda's farm:
besmeared with time a few dry leaves of book in autumn,
no dark can e'er illumine in my bed of crimson joy,
so sickening to the bones, my love, of snow-capped myrtle,
beside that soldier's grave unknown by the sea-ashore,
honey-combs in wattle and daub to e'er melting snow,
cowslip her parted hair upon the sand dunes
of foul fawning bay at my door with pen-pricked angels,
that day of unaltered eye under the Archangel's brow.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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