February 18, 2004

  • 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.)

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