Hidden moon

Hidden moon 

Cloudy sky

Words are stillness in the heart

as time fades

the past renews 

our voice 


Calling on the Pharaohs

they watch from above
and guard from below,
who here among us
they already know.

our past and present
the future not yet written,
lines drawn in sand
and on papyrus paper.

as we search
we dig deeper,
to find a treasure
buried within ourselves.