An Anchor Dream
Stagnant I'm on the harbor of my memory
Where you anchored once,
From far away even out of mind
Like the moonlit sky to earth,
I stunned by co-existence
Of you and in my mind,
I came to believe of miracles
Because of you that there be a God.
Your sparkling discourse and grasp
Was more than any innocense and
Penatrating beam in your eyes,
Is now only my golden past.
Then a serpent of conspiracy and
A dragon of ambiguity worked
The cracks reached to build scratch
Then intellects worked and forgot your left
Now still on the harbor, perhaps hope
Or repenting on my wrong, is that right
Sometimes thinking what was that, a dream
Or only the base of your leave.
Copyright © Fawad Saleem | Year Posted 2006
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