Desert winds breath gently over cresting restless sands.
Their passage a warm magical song floating on a crystalline mist ....
Who will record the passage of time when the sands of the glass are gone?
I wait in the cool night air beneath a sightless orb,
Unmoved by the smile of Osiris, I rest.
Ra has receded but the sands are still aflame with your passion.
The glory of the Pharaohs pales beside your bejeweled gaze,
I spread my hands, but Isis laughs as I attempt to hold back
the flowing sands of time that merge with the wind,
He waits for my soul, but I have given it to you.
Like the waters of the Nile my love will flow through the seasons.
Like a pyramid in the distance it will stand out against the horizon,
A star in the night to light the way in a desert sky.
