Jewel of Nile
Jewel of Nile in my vision, the island of Philae I visit,
secrets to read, distant sigh after naked spirits.
Temples with no God or Goddess, tremble inside.
Mysteries, papers from the tombs are they all gone?
Someone said, life and delight are there, but where?
Can I make the silent spaces, the walls to speak?
Is the key in the never falling rain? Beauty and purity,
do they float in the air, forgotten for centuries?
Is there one last, sacred lotus left,
with blue leaves to close the darkness at night,
with mauve glare to restore the sunlight at dawn?
Is there one last lily in the water survived?
Sand and wind blending with flirty fragrance,
the rebirth of ancient Isis blooming,
in the river sleeping I see it, is it real?
The power of the sacred, blue lotus in my hand.
© 2012 Broken Sparkles