Grandeur Of A Desert
The dust blows of Pharaohs’ legend
which murmurs of tomb- rites unsaid;
and through embers of a gas light
my imaginings weave in threads.
Giza’s desert touched by midnight,
as pores recall ancient thoughts,
I memorize mules roaming by
while this grandeur leaves me distraught,
for time rushes to steal a glee
of journey ‘s end I can’t defy.
In The Desert Contest: nette onclaud
Leon Datu, 15 Sept 2014
Copyright © Leon Datu | Year Posted 2014
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