Luxor

In temples of light

And courageous delight

The essence of thoughts

And the presence of merit

Were touched by the shadows

Of glimmering sights,

Were brought to a world

So immeasured.

The mystery of

Those emerging techniques,

As long as papyrus, as light as a feather -

It was so immense, so eternal yet bleak,

It was like a bridge

Above rivers and meadows.

Flirtatious and long were those cinnamon nights,

Immersive and dim were the wings above rooftops -

Tremendous and warm, with all columns alight

Were shrines overcoming a silence so ruthless.