Oh Isis
Oh, mighty ISIS.
Embers fanned that once burned bright,
Merge within the twilight sky.
Now turn to dust as all things must,
As another day passes by.
Shadows lengthen their ghostly form,
Feeding off the failing light.
For one by one to be consumed,
With the coming of the night.
Your face to touch without stretched pose,
Childlike to hold its light,
For beauty doth betwixt us so,
in your robe of pearl white.
Reprised once more the shadows rise,
Again, to walk this land.
they too seem captivated,
Your soldiers to command.
Your wonder still amazes so,
As you glide among the stars.
That pale and gentle softening light,
Bringing hope and love desires.
For whom all to see yet silent,
You sail the river of the night,
Oh, ISIS of the sleeping hours,
Please guide us with your light.
© N windle 2019
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