Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

            A Rustic Bard  A rustic bard once I met by the river's side, Whose tender brow the peace of Eden wore; "I shun," said he, "the highways crowned with pride, For noisy routes were never fashioned mine. I seek the grassy ways the wild flowers know, And plant shady cedars there the travellers rest; I raise cool fountains there the faint streams slow, And behold, little oratories for the blest. My humble chalet laughs through lavender, White lilies breathe their incense round the door; At lonely night the wayfarers linger there, Till silence heals the wounds their hearts bore. At dawn I lead them there the mountains rise,  As silence builds the soul that seeks the skies.” ----Affaq #Foreversonnets  #ARusticBard

The silk rose outlives the winter chill, Unchanged by sun, untouched by age or rain; It keeps its flawless shape upon the sill, And feels no sorrow, pleasure, pangs or pain. But the living rose blooms a single day, And yields her sweetness to the passing air; She knows how swiftly beauty fades away, Ah, in her fleeting hour shines far more fair. For endless life makes every treasure cheap, And perfection born of stone or glass is cold; We cherish most the offerings we cannot keep, Whose fragile splendor never grows too old. The silk flower lives, but leaves the heart unmoved; And It is the dying rose that is beloved. ----Affaq  #ForeverSonnets #PoetArtistAffaq #MysticalPoetry #AffaqPoemHunter