Isis
She smiles, a picture of serenity,
as she imparts wisdom of the ages,
in dreams - a figure of divinity.
The book she holds contains sacred pages,
strange text of hieroglyfiphic codes require,
the answers to be revealed by sages.
A revered serpent in a ring of fire,
set upon her ancient brow. In her trance
the Mantra chants, send her conscience higher.
Melodic beats arouse ecstatic dance,
surreal tones sweep across desert sands.
She,s seeking Osiris - her lost romance.
This fable of Isis from ancient lands
tells of the knowledge,she held in her hands.
Copyright © Angela Wilkins | Year Posted 2006
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