Pharaoh's March

He walks to the rhythm of african drum beats, the heart of a lion fractions of a coward emotions heighten he becomes pensive questioning the belief of his GOD is this really for me? weathering through space and time his eyes are pinnacles to another realm of bliss. onlookers seeking freedom children of the most high seeking revolution he quotes scriptures of his past time words of theory from points he's gathered in his journey i ask who is this man? flesh silent spirit speaking he answered before his lips every murmured hello i am he. pharaoh, moses, ham, ra, amun, zeus, shango.. the knight of charisma epitome of knowledge the bearer of life i am not in for your keeping whisper of the future the taste of your dream standing in the field of jasmine encircled with lavender hues. he breathes intricate details to my entity encompassing the totality of my sense of feminity he created my transparency i was only bare with he. no mask no shell no fear he created a path of openess i was glued stories of unwritten moments, memories my dreams lived he was the reflection of who i thought to be, forgetting in my trip through my heaven he had yet to discover his kingdom, but i had claimed my reign to his side as queen. to the spirit of my ancestors to the ears of my creator he was defined as my king the one my heart forever locked to he was my reflection, the soul my spirit searched for through lifetimes. he is i stay locked to his mission even in his absence, because the thought of another permeates hesitation the brink of a failed submission of invalid truths of my heart because i could never be dedicated with the key to me being in his hands. i decline another hand to touch this skin and breathe upon this flesh, i have been touched by royalty please don't dishonor my king. he is my destiny in the eyes of me