Nefertari

The winds are quiet, the sands are hushed Desert skies molten, innocence touched, Within the brilliance of these melting skies Desert storms are raging in a young girl's eyes. O! Youthful Queen how suddenly thy death, Darkness persists blotting Sol's brilliant rise Within thy sutured grave, an unkempt paradise Forever preserving thy final breath. Whose fire adopted by a new born star Burning restless in its singular race, Roiling above us, then flames spectacular, Moving steadfast with a preordained pace Circling round in majestic bliss Burrowing through the thickness of thy crypt? Time, born from the legions of Celestial space, Its unforgiving hand shuttering this place, And watched thou leap from mortal to divine Then tightened its grip on all that was thine. Could not the muses hear the suffering verse While bearing thy body to the bowels of the earth. A hushed voice, no longer sounding here To which the passionate fruits were given That grew within thy womb, abundantly shared, Now a prisoner, seized by that heartless Probate Whose judgement never to be forgiven. If by induction thy marvels enter my mind A thousand more wonders still to find, Plunged to the depths of thy Egyptian blood Passionate impulses in salient run Raising pressure in my own veins As impervious to love as I am to pain In this nothing state the weakest poet sits, Grotesque, saddled by his own spit, Like poachers and gawkers digging with haste Chiseling thy dignity, desecrating thy form, Does death lessen the humiliation? On thy soft lips each precious breath was bore Each breath fairer than the one before, And if then to man bestow a gilded kiss What other woman could claim those tortured lips, And in that heaven, that deep richness to mine From the outward flesh to the bright marrow ore No fairer mansion could one find. Thy beauteous frame that was left behind Can never be taken! Can never be marred, Only raised and venerated in the chalice of time. History bears witness to Egypt's birth, Privileged when thy karma tread this earth As the great and lesser planets combined Rejoicing in sextiles and grand trines; Thy ascendant rose, one of twelve, Delegating each house the power of its sign, In these houses the sun and planets dwell Magnifying fortune when they rose and fell, Within thy heart this music of the spheres Teasing eyes, tempting lips, ravishing hair. What first touched thy lips, sweetest morning dew, As all men know, Woman, the greater miracle Procreating life by the abstraction of love Touted by myraid gods crowding heaven above.