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Wandering the wild shore among the dunes
The sunset colored the peaks in glowing gold
In the shaded purple folds, gray gnarled driftwood was strewn
In anticipation of the moon I strolled

I love the cold white light of a waxing moon
A heavenly body my path to unfold
To illuminate foot prints where they were strewn
Alone with dunes and beach by me patrolled

From atop the sand dune a moonlit lagoon
The V shaped ripples from water fowl, look, behold
The surface like molten glass behind the loons
Man, cannot dominate that which I behold
Love is like a quick sand which is taking me down
Still I maintain that fortunate is to wear this crown
My soul is purely silky my body is purely brown
My love your beauty gives me the courage to frown

Do not play with me hide and seek in sand dunes
Let me to cherish your beauty's song and love tunes
Taste of sentiments intoxicate more in the monsoons
Your beauty is real combination of very many moons

Let us take certain steps in the direction of my love
Your graces make your image in my eyes up above
You are innocent and charming my beauty my dove
Let me take you on the real route of love just now

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Alan S Bailey Aug 2015
Beyond the whole of all we see,
Darkness...
Before our short lives we must lead,
Darkness...

And at the top of the mountain
Looking down upon our land
Darkness...
And at the bottom of the dunes
Looking up at hot sun and sand
Darkness...

Before looking at everything "through
A veil," why not face it, ever looming,
Overcoming both "Heaven" and "Hell,"
On the horizon, our hands tremble,
Stomachs crawling. Here I'll soon lie,

*In darkness..
From the far cry of a hawk caught in mid-flight
Recalls a voice of awakening:
Your dreams of flight hover in the distance,
The ever so distant call of the sun-eagle.
The ripples of golden waves,
Mounds and mounds of it piled up.
All these add up to your helplessness.

Do clouds always move with such impassioned grace?

At nighttime, he dreams of flight. It is the moonlight now
That casts its veiled form, her voice in the distance.

(Paolo Jerome D. Cristobal / September 27, 2011)
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