I dream again of Egypt's land,
lotus columns, whispering sand,
and sights now fill my reverie,
imagination set them free.
This, the day of jubilation,
the Sem priest pours sweet libation,
and harp's soft notes upon the air
announces dancers dark, and fair.
Then Pharaoh asks a boon from Thoth
and drapes him in the sacred cloth,
the sistrum's chimes now resonate
as priests their vows asseverate.
On silent stone bright petals rise
Their vivid hues before my eyes
make me think of Hathor's dance,
I feel I'm falling in a trance.
White linen whispers to the ground,
then all the music's notes are drowned,
as Re laughs with unbridled mirth
with thumbs hooked in his turquoise girth.
was everything just as it seemed
in ancient times, of which I dreamed?
Had pungent incense on the air
stirred musing mind to take me there?
Now staring through the window pane,
I long to see those sights again,
but autum's phantoms on the air,
no longer wish to take me there.
Masterblaster.
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