I shall make the words dance <br />Sing the tunes of the wildest <br />Sweetest birds that had yet <br />To be imagined by aesthetes <br /> <br />The reed and string has yet <br />Not been struck with that note <br />The voices the sirens are yet <br />Preparing for the chorus <br /> <br />On the torn folds in my bosom <br />Hidden in many scrolls when <br />In suspension they shall be held <br />Of the holy door when I crossed <br /> <br />To the broken door of beloved <br />When I hanged my scrolls alone <br />Alone when my words did hung <br />In suspension on that door <br /> <br />She says she shall kiss them twice <br />And wash them with old wine <br />See me on the door of my beloved <br />My rendezvous when I am hanging <br />My poems first to be read there <br />12/2/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-rendezvous-hanged-poem/
