Great Pyramids of Giza

The pyramids have made me ponder Sprouting tall in sands of timeless plunder They raise the palms, of either hand Among the eighth, of wonderlands I'll hold a constellation of small conclusions While coming forth with wise solutions The Sphinx, she taunts me, with ancient riddles Of mere coincidence, or majestic plan The likeness climbs the vulnerable mind Comparisons of any kind Rival all of Mother Nature To look about the infrastructure If it fails to quiet me with sure decision What my eyes acknowledge Must bear no burden of proof It is simply there, exempt from time No moorings hold it to past or future Overlooking River Nile I smile and ponder why and how There is delight in the wonder of obscurity A purity in never knowing A culture keen in keeping mystery ______________________ For PD's Contest: Epic Mysterious