Winter Moon Poem by Naveed Khalid

Me not in much haste to morning’s pure serene,
that in largess of some thought to a far-fetched sky
such phantom of chalice wings in thy graceful ease,
makes beauteous my nights by day’s toil too bright
of what I write in thy presence alone to thee suffice;
that crow’s quill to eternal bliss in waking hour,
more blessed of ages that are dead in love of thee
to my eyes so blind that day of unaltered eye:
while hung aloft the ghastly night by heaven’s high bower,
I fain would bring to the page of my shipwrecked dreams,
a shrub of wrinkled lip in my spilt words of snow-capped myrtle.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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