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.


sunset over the hills
a rose colour
like that of flowers
dispelling their light

cloudy sky
sunshines through
have to hide my gaze
from her face

the clouds set up
as the day fades
covers us all
in a blanket

when i can no longer see
the sunset rolling in
as the fog has managed
to cover the sky

Afternoon sun
paints a picture
of clear blue sky
across mountains