So what are they? of sunset dreams to far-off places,
A trip to Hawaii, Makatea or half-way between the seven seas
in silent hours of the night amidst lightning, storm and rain,
That soon as I remember, will fade away in the back log
Of living memories, the dust-trodden feet by the sea-ashore,
Subliminally soaring high above the dale, asleep or awake,
Somewhere down and down the road to heaven-ward bent;
Apart from where the door bell rang, leads him on ahead of time:
The star that burns in haystack of woods, a palm tree,
Hung aloft the sky from the day first to the end of aeon,
So sickening to the bones my love, darkly lit in thy abode,
Has but little scope where this world of light most abounds,
No voice to claim from out of the blues in still waters,
Until nothing stirrs the mind under the Archangel's brow.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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