She carries the night’s constellations,
scattered across her face—
a sign, perhaps,
that even Heaven leaned in too close.

Her eyes spark,
not gentle, not tame,
but like the charge in the air
before lightning strikes.

To love her
is to be burned,
and to be blessed.

For once
         I am
               truly
Standing
         on the
               sands of time
In the shadows that
        come casting down
                Where Joseph's ,
                 Jacob's and Moses's memory is bound

The air is
            warm
                as humidity allows
           buried in salt
              and sand the bones are endowed

Dare to breathe
           the eternal breath
                cast down
in perpetual death

Walk as one
         in cryptic thought
The allusional truths
         the secrets sought

One is moved
         by the power
               and awe
The things I considered
         from
                all that I saw

She no longer soars
Agony in every stroke
She beats broken wings