When they utter our names
They speak of estrangement; earth and sky unable to meet,
Whenever they tell our legend,
They paint it in the stygian hues of greyish misery.
But o dearest they have disregarded,
The glances of love that we still share,
For they notice not the shades of pink and red during the sunset skies,
As you flush at my gaze.
They say how we are so far away from each other,
Unable to touch, unable to feel,
The warmth of your bluish frame against mine,
I won't deny that I yearn for it not, however, the sting of separation does feel sweet at times.
But beloved, they never do speak of my merry dreams,
And how my heart with passion fills,
As you arch over the night sky,
And look at me with love-filled eyes.
They do not speak of the pride I feel,
To know my beloved is mightier than me,
Whose glory surpassed that of her parents,
Thus they put themselves and all things, living and dead, beneath her.
Oh, my star-laden queen!
Whose beauty mesmerizes every poet and artist,
You are unparalleled, incomparable,
The only conqueror of my body, soul and mind.
I eagerly await the monsoon rains,
For with their drops they wash off your pain,
And bring them to down upon my heart,
And for an instant I can feel your touch.
I wish one day that time would stop,
The barriers between us shall break apart,
Upon that day we shall meet,
And be one in body and soul again.
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Note; In Egyptian civilization - Gods and goddesses Geb and Nut are two gods who embody opposites. The earth god Geb, who represents dry land, is the husband of sky goddess Nut, who represents the sky, a mirror image of the watery sea. Nut is portrayed as a woman with an arched body covered with stars. It was believed that Geb and Nut were born gripped tightly in each other’s arms, and had to be separated by their father Shu (air). To the ancient Egyptians, this explained why earth and sky were separated from one another by the air we breathe. Also, this poem has been inspired by a certain one found in Pyramid Texts, where Geb addresses Nut in a similar fashion.
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Poesía"My heart resides in these pages." A collection of nonfiction poetry about the magnificent and benevolent gods of the past told through the eyes of a mortal girl millions of years younger than them. "What I hate, is the smallness of mind, the lack...
