Sunday, October 01, 2017

Egyptian Nile

Long after sunset I saw seven doves fly in a line, low over the waters of the Egyptian Nile.
They followed a path laid down by the moon to bring them home safe to where Nbms laying in his final destination.
Alone out of time in my mind’s eye ... still they fly, as they always flew low, over the Nile
in single file homeward to Nbms, who dwells in a humble house at the further end of the silver path to the moon.