The Stones Speak

Beneath an unrelenting sun, the scorpion and camel
travel forgotten pathways, vast oceans of sand.
Here out of the nowhere a lost monarch is found.
A tomb rediscovered, joins a list of many.

This burial place a queen's, sarcophagus gone,
cartouche stolen, her name unknown.
Waters of the past converge with the present.
Olive and willow leaves float in the air.
The sphinx smiles, the sacred eye of Isis blinks.

The queen remembered, speaks,
her voice whispering in the breeze,
reverberating across wind swept desert,
through the Valley of the Kings and along the Nile.

Palm trees sway to the sound, scarobs pause to listen.
The awakening crocodile yawns,
as lotuses bloom, and Egypt remembers.

(published for the first time in Twilight Times)