The long-lapping waves of the blue Nile
Light
The far
Land where Anubis once stood
In the doorway open
To the skies
Beyond,
To the bright
Belt of Orion,
While
The rays of Ra were shining
Down from within the sacred wood.
Soon, the feet of blue jackals
Walk the way where flames and flowers sing,
And the kind, knowing eye
Of the cobra
Lies
Awake
Now on her nest of petals,
Wisdom snake,
The horses of the wind run by
On the river with fair flags flying,
While the desert lion
Gathers her strength,
Until she springs
From the song-shadow.
The tree, the deer, and the birch wand
Of bark
Sent within the patterns of the snow-
Gods are held up high
By
The Annunaki, by Shiva, by
The distant Celt,
And yet, always,
Dakshinamurthy will remain and be there walking,
To wend his way
Along
The length
Of the star-intended lane
Watching still,
Through the forest of mist
From the farthest
Hill,
Friend, in the night of ancient owls and petals fallen in the dark.
© Sharon St Joan, 2021
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