- In Heliopolis Henna -
The giving of life
For this
An empty foretelling hand of ash.
This does not have to hurt,
To bruise the cheek of placid,
Why live if empty truth,
Becomes shallow misgiving.
Believe the night,
The shadows know whispers,
And dreams writ,
In the shade of time's erase.
Walk once more,
Where lights shuns,
The human of being.
Be not sad,
Death has graced you,
The birth rite of Her,
By taking what you love so,child.
Know Her name,
Like stain of faith's last etching,
On palms stained in Heliopolis henna.
Let not-
Given the life... for this.
