Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

And a musician sang aloud in a narrow vale, His drum’s wild voice exceeded earth’s consent. A goatherd passed and said, with tempered tale: “Lower your tune; the sky is noise-bent, spent.” The musician arched his brow in proud disdain: “Go tend your goats, rough man, disturb me not.” The words struck fire within the shepherd’s vein; His calm turned flame, his silence turned to thought. “Know this,” he said, “two prophets herded sheep, And loved their lambs in a pasture steep and wide. Why did God choose a shepherd’s path to keep, Not bookish tongues nor songs with swelling pride? God sees beyond the world the senses scan.” The drum fell mute; the singer bowed to Man, No, bowed to God, beyond the mortal plan. -----Affaq N Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets 

Sleep, little heart; the night seals every door And cups the world within its velvet hush; The Luna forgets her age, leans low once more, To hear your breath undo the stars’ old rush. I gather dreams where olive shadows kneel, Where seas rehearse their youth in whispered blue; Your pulse becomes the law the heavens feel, Your eyes, two lamps the dark is passing through. All wandering things grow still around your rest, Even time unbinds his sandals, slow and kind; Love folds the world like bread against my chest, And feeds my fear into your sleeping mind. Sleep, gold and ruby crown your kind head; My kiss shall guard you till the dawn is wed. ------Poet Affaq  #Sonnet #ForeverSonnets #SonnetPoetry #PoetAffaq Enjoy this sweet lyric below  Spring of Beauty

—Only calm, calm, and calm is  mind,  after its rotation round the universe behind. ----Affaq N Affaq  #Sonnets #Poetry #Calm #PoetAffaq  #ForeverSonnets 

God’s Name is sugar melting on his tongue, But behold—his hand pours ash into evil game; He sings the Truth like songs forever sung, While deep within, his heart forgets the Name. His body stands where public prayers are said, But soul-ward slips to taste the secret vine; He scolds the clock, calls Time a thief instead, Lest hidden grapes should ripen past their time. He lifts the veil, then weaves another one, Stripping the gold to leave a hollowed space; He sits in broad light, appearing like a revered sun, An age-made saint in borrowed robes of grace. O friend, this isn’t faith—this is disguise; The Beloved sees through lips and into eyes. ----Affaq N Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #PoetAffaq 

From all I stand apart; ask not the why ?; The heart itself has chosen this release. Shall some breast house my grief; it wanders by, A reed cut loose, compelled to sing its peace. My heart was clean, and once I held it whole; Too much I trusted what so soon shall ring, Heart's a bird that seeks where joys console, Then leaves the branch as sorrow starts to sing. A stranger am I, in this vast domain, A city spun from dust and borrowed breath. I walked wide-open; who was there to chain This door, that let the winds rehearse my death? If once I vowed, forgive me when I’m gone; Send not my mail to earth, but where souls dawn. --Affaq N Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #MysticPoetry #PoemHunter 

From heart’s reservoir to trembling lips it nears, A ballad unnamed, but yet bonnie as spring air; The face unseen, what wandering spirit appears To bind my heart and leave my soul laid bare? From meeting gazes, where old penumbras lie, A whisper wakes—O speak, you sealed visage! What secrets stir beneath your beauty’s tie, To steal my repose or bless my passing age? Is Moon or mage the weaver of this charm That melts the stars who keep their watch above? Your glance has turned each rustic spirit warm, And made the blue vault testify our love. Tonight the orbits in hushed enchantment shine, While you, strange heart, dwell in all my time. -----Poet Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets 

Ring me not forth to justify my blame; Your cruelty has crept upon my breast, And from your sighing eyes there leapt a flame That rend my soul, how could I lay at rest. Speak, tell your legend with a truthful tongue; Use wit, but slay me not with veiled disguise. Who in your proud, egoistic heart is hung? Reveal the shade that haunts your midnight eyes. Your cozening looks have long been foes to me, For none but I have glimpsed their covert art; And if your pulse beats sincere in love for me, Why still deny the knowledge in your heart? I stand near God—O damsel, now be mine; Whisper the tumult of your love's design. ----Affaq