An Egyptian Tale
Land is passing me
Carrying away sand and salt
In the endless miles of a rhythmic dream.
There is a clearing
And my view is of a field
Where sands are settling like musical glitter.
Seeping down into vibrational markings
Maps of patterns designed for purpose
The curious places that exist only as we do.
I walk with musical readers
The ones that see designs and embellish them
In garments of beauty and veils of language.
Tuned in with formulating etiquette
They sleep in dark rooms at nightfall
Aligned in positioned temples.
Drawing in breath from the stars
Life flows as blood in veins do
Pumping up men and woman.
In bulging vessels of curiosity
Our ancestor's mysteries lay locked in valves
Sleeping.. only opening with our mind's sharp edge.
4/9/2013
~ B
