You taste of forbidden Egyptian spices
Drawing arabesques on sand-colored limestone
The idea of you
Traveling
The ancient waters of the Nile
A triangular sail
Hiding the sun
Rising
In a heavenly firestorm
Reflecting on pyramid steps
Rugged, but polished by time
The omnipresent companion of solitary thoughts
That leaves a trace for each second
And yet passes by
Taking the shape of immeasurable
Beauty
A murmured secret
A song
About a stone that remains to be turned
A labyrinth
::::::::::::::(Oh, I will be lost)::::::::::::::
A rusted key
Fitting a copper-plated heart-shaped lock
Hidden
A door opens a second door
Hiding
Another one
Behind which
:
:
You stand
© 2010 Alain Millon
