Black Friar Poem by Naveed Khalid

Thus, this world that shows not half thy part,
Of ages that are dead to my reckoning days more bright
Than that forfeited dark with pen-pricked angels,
Away from out of sight to my mind still
That day of unaltered eye in Hades of a star,
Of another rent at midnight lease in waking hour:
I behold against all odds, all vicissitudes of the sky,
A phantom of chalice wings in delirium departed,
Much too rendered in age-old grey at break of day arise
E'ery flower upon a barren heath from earth's infernal grave,
Of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown, beguiled of looks so fair;
Oft break loose their oars to thee under the canopy of a hut,
So sickening to the bones, my love, of eyes so blind
Hath brought me to this end through hurtlings of past woe.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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