Mute and lone, Yon desert dune. <br />heavens apart old freckle face, <br />in silence stood my friend the moon. <br />I trudge along the shifting sand, <br />inching along the barren land. <br />The sun will rise; the moon again, <br />My searching gaze has centuries seen. <br />Cut and scared my naked being. <br />Swirling seas; untrampled lands. <br />near and far where I’ve been. <br />In yonder years alone at large, <br />I grab in vain at the fleeing mirage <br />Rise aloft oh morning star. <br />My bleary eyes see no far. <br />Guide me by take me home, <br />where flowers bloom, no worries roam. <br />tranquil peace that dreams had shone. <br />shimmering glow of the Eternal Throne. <br /> <br />(Islamabad) <br />(from personal files...vintage 1989)<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eternal-throne-one-and-only/
