Jewel of Nile

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.

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“Blue lotus” by Angel Kirilov

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Red Sea Nights

“Je sais les hivers, je sais le froid mais la vie sans toi, je sais pas …”
/ I know winters and I know cold, but life without you I don’t know …/
~Celine Dion

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Red Sea Nights

Red sea nights, an inlet in the Indian ocean,
skillfully knitted ricochets of the desert’s mist;
tell me, how do you stand still
under the amber silence of the sands?

Why don’t you storm out and
follow the colors of the moon and the waves,
when a khamaseen is about to be born?

There, in the malachite universe of our hearts
where darters and cranes no longer fly,
there, by the pillars of  the pitch-dark winds,
lifeless, in oblivion sleeps your pristine fire.

Memories scattered with the ashes of the dawn,
obsolete love craving an ignition, red sea nights,
don’t ever forget the water lilies and the kisses.

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Red sea in Hurghada/Egypt/ by Marcin81 @flickr.com

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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Blurry Egypt

Blurs

There are blurs from nights with orange glitter,
sapphires and curtains keeping Sinai silent.
Jasmine in the air, absorbing silk and desires,
delicacy matching faint dreams of obelisks and you.

There are words from language I barely know,
whispers lost in shadows, symbols crowned with sand.
Leftovers from khamaseen modeling the curls of my hair,
on the wings of tears, your voice keeps me alight.

There are cravings with no scruples, waves
leading to Sharm El-Sheikh, our minds insane.
Right now, not a moment later, the smell
of faraway oceans crashing into sweaty skin.

There is a scream drowned in your arms,
a sigh in the shape of curves. Are we still there?
Two tired bodies avoiding the time to go,
two spirits living in the blurs of that night.

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Sinai- desert.

Khamaseen- Egyptian winds.

Sharm El- Sheikh- city in Egypt along the coast of Red sea.

"Lust" by Sinking silence on deviantart.com

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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