Some nights I just sleep…
I sleep dreamless at times but…
When I do dream?...
I dream of Ancient Egypt. I dream of
My beautiful Queens and Kings in chambers
Surrounded by animals of different sorts.
I can smell frankincense and myrrh…
I feel sandstone beneath my feet…
I observe…as a child of the Goddess all the
Marvels of a forgotten realm, of a time before
Time in a time of sundials and stormy sands
In hour glasses and mysteries esoteric to the
Eyes, but known and felt deep in the hearts of
Those brave enough to imagine the image and
Embodiment of the macrocosm…my image…
Is my dream…of my mother…I …dream of
Because when I awake from…reality?
Everything is distorted and fleeting so I long to
Just sleep…but when I close my eyes, I hear chants
A gentle voice in invocation seducing me from
The underworld to arise, reincarnating through
Birth between supplication screaming cries,
From the cosmic ocean’s thighs…set behind me…
The sun before me…the mother surround me…