Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

And you ask me when I shall return to you!  How can the wave decide the sea’s own hour? My inner self leans toward heaven’s hue, A reed bent singing in His lurking power. I’ll come when rain remembers how to fall, When ponds bloom with moving breaths of gold, And shore-birds praise the zephyr till fear turns small, When storms forget the sidewalks they controlled. Be patient, Pumpkin; waiting is a better prayer; The seed knows sullen before it learns the sun. I do walk where the rapture holds me unaware— And a moth still circling till the glow is won. When Love permits, we’ll draw life’s boat as one, And dearest find we met before the world begun. Here & Watch this Lyrical sonnet on this poetry blog, Facebook, Instragram, Pinterest, YouTube  ( Please Subscribe)  #ArtistPoetAffaq  The waves

While patience bears the fruit, no force can take: ---Affaq N Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #PoetAffaq 

And you ask me when I shall return to you!  How can the wave decide the sea’s own hour? My inner is not my own; it leans toward God, A reed bent singing in His lurking power. I’ll come when rain remembers how to fall, When ponds bloom with moving breaths of gold, And shore-birds praise the zephyr till fear turns small, When storms forget the sidewalks they controlled. Be patient, sweet; waiting is a better prayer; The seed knows sullen before it learns the sun. I do walk where the rapture holds me unaware— And a moth still circling till the glow is won. When Love permits, we’ll draw life’s boat as one, And dearest find we met before the world begun. ---Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #PoetAffaq #SonnetsOfAffaq #MysticPoetry #Rapture

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