Sailing under a sundogged sky
upon a dream  bereft of the importance of self.

(I’m in love with Cleopatra;
She’s in love with the Nile.)

Side-stepping scorpions in the sand,
Sidewinding dunes that might be mirages.

(I’m in love with Cleopatra;
She’s in love with the Nile.)

Playing like Osiris under the stars,
drawn on by the sparkling gaze of Isis.

(I’m in love with Cleopatra;
She’s in love with the Nile.)

If but the deluge of passion in my heart
could flood her risen beauty.

(As her beloved river
overflows the land she rules.)