Scratching The Surface Of The Sun

She prays for him in Aramic

A language not native to her tongue

And scribes his heart in hieroglyphics

Scratching the surface of the Sun

Rising like a phoenix

From the east

She leaves him not undone

Speaking in ancient metaphors

She blesses him more

By turning her back

So that decisions made will be clear

And she tightens up the slack

He has yet to hear

Kissing his inner

With sweet sayings like salve to his soul

Changing the form of...

His heart that was once coal

Now brightly shines a diamond

And from the distance she reminds him...

That his visions are a pleasure to behold

A birthing of his spirit yet to be told.

She sees in his profile the heart of Egyptian Pharaohs

And through knowing him she knows blessed

So in the distance she stays~

Even though they will no longer share ancient days...

She prays for him in Aramic

A language not native to her tongue

And scribes his heart in hieroglyphics

Scratching the surface of the Sun...

And they remain one

Without ever touching

But their spirit does know love....

Reviews

[Mr. Deft Diction]

Wow. The way that you write...
the way that you always have the ability to get just a little bit more deep than usual...you create wonderful pieces and wonderful places to visit intellectually. Even in dreams.

This is (you know me) DOPE.