Enheduanna - From the Temple of Ur to the Tides of the Sea...

Five thousand years apart,
yet I feel her beside me.
Her robes brush the dust of Ur,
mine trail in the saltwater foam.

She lifts her gaze to the moon god,
and her stylus bites into clay —
lines flowing like silver rivers,
words for a goddess and a lover entwined.

I lift my eyes to the ocean’s horizon,
and my pen bleeds ink into paper —
sentences curling like tides,
words for the man who lives in my heart.

Her night air smells of incense and oil,
mine of salt and crushed seashells.
Still, we breathe the same breath —
the breath that makes words immortal.

Her clay tablets are warm from the kiln,
my pages warm from my hands.
Both hold love,
both hold longing,
both hold the truth of women
who dare to write beauty
into a world that once only counted grain.

Enheduanna —
you wrote the heavens into being.
Tonight, I write the sea.
And somewhere between moon and tide,
we meet,
our words touching
across the ages...

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