Meanderings Poem by Naveed Khalid

This world that leads me on to where no feet hath tread,
Nor no scope of light to my eyes so blind;
And all doors are shut under the bolted sky
Of thy unattended presence with no destiny in sight,
More bright that crimson bed of wanton tapestry at thy throne,
Uneclipsed of looks so fair, my love, from thy fairest brow,
La rose! moves me more so than by thee what I write
Through e'ery pouring shadow ere thine unweird eye:
Some vulgar paper to rehearse, too deep for woe,
A strained note on the table, of unnerved blood in vein;
That in solemn strain this barren rhyme,
Oft on clover-tops but hangs a golden bow,
Whence no darklling insights can bewail the night,
Unlooked for love my Lord's light I behold! I behold!

(C) Naveed Khalid

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