Omen Khalid


Omen Khalid

Omen….that harbinger of future events

 
 

Tell me mine oh mighty Omen

 
 

Not the Roman ravens flying

 
 

Or the race of stars across the velvet black of night

 

That God’s own swimming pool called the Mediterranean

 
 

Where all the blooms that make us the soot faced geniuses we are today

 
 

Were tended and grown round where continents meet

 

And trade that made the western world eastern and the eastern west

 
 

From the hands of philosophers and poets like me

Come streams of words that less than nothing mean

 

Puffs of eyeless air that once was breathed by Plato and now again by me

I write the flow you see from these old rivers born of Eire’s land

Where bards grew strong before the English cut them down

 
 

I miss all kinds of things

 
 

I miss being distracted by love

 
 

I miss the glance across the room that promises

 
 

I miss the strength that once returned that glance

 
 

Eyes that shot the look like arrows leaving bows

Of love and targets who once fell like trees

 

I saw the picture that I sent you and thought

 
 

What man is tall enough to tilt me head that far to see his eyes?

 
 
 
Except for what might have been

 
Had my birth been on the right side of the world

 
If I met you on some distant shore

 
Where only gypsies roam

 

 

I am possessed by he who looks over my shoulder…my muse my guide

 
He sees it all and sees the world and makes me cry and write

 
You have become a poem now

 
I will write of you and how the seasons changed

 
And spirits walked beyond the flesh and met somewhere that bird can’t fly

 
Omen Khalid

 

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