The voices were made in blackbird's tune <br />Vision as if on the skin's satiny sheen <br />As if hair were slipping down the cheek in crescent <br />As if love has won the last battle fought with fervor <br />As if victory would mean a smile as aubade from early dawn <br /> <br />And for the plaint that was wrapped in the finest colors <br />The leaves as if talking and singing with birds <br />As if green and yellow would be the fantasy in hearts <br />As if they would be looking for silence of the midnight <br />And that the clarion of love would ring from distance so far <br /> <br />The zephyr in the desert would then be your friend <br />The moon and the stars would then be the audience <br />Pick the flute from the stem as the reed is too dry <br />Too weakened from the burden of speaking the love <br />Too sweet to break the heart apart <br /> <br />You are the song of the nightingale <br />You have known the ecstasy of waiting long and long <br />You have yet to get down to earth and heights of the skies <br />You have yet to drink from the cups of those lips <br />You have yet to seek your tavern again <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />Oct 26,2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-sweet-to-break-the-heart/
