Hieroglyphs Of Change

An older poem i wrote a few years back.

Slowly the pain of the past fades

Small faint marks remain

Like the hieroglyphs

Left behind by the Egyptians

The reality is immaturity

Another number

Added to your age

A psychological sign

Of what you have become

Nothing more

The truth is inside

Feelings hold more power

Then the Pharaoh's could have dreamed of

I wonder if King Tut knew this ?

So why

When I feel your hand upon my face

Do I feel as though

I swirl in this sand storm of time

That my feelings have created before

The same storm

That encased the Shpinx

Oh so long ago

With everything I am

I stand beside you with no worries

Like the strong

Still defined pyramids

For all eternity

A promise I must ask,

Don't let the sands

Encase me in my tomb

And don't let these tears

Flood our world like the deceiving Nile