Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Valley of the Kings

Afternoon light dancing down  my side
I remember and yes I remember
Walking down those cobblestone streets
Summer wind on my cheek
Heated concrete caressing the slippers on my feet
A timeless experience alone I came to seek
As orange hues play a majorette's hand
A precursor to a celestial parade of an evening's band
Enticing smoke from briquettes set afire
Light my senses like fireworks in the sky
Casting feelings into stone 
Like reigns of good rulers and kings...their memories never die 

1 comment:

  1. what a sunny dream in this cold winter season. beautiful poem. happiness pours in from that afternoon light.