Reblog; First in this week from Michnavs in response to WDYS # 80. Enjoy her lovely poem
Ode To The Sphinx in the Desert of Ghiza
you are seated on a deserted land
in solitude, in peace, in serenity
where the sun just peeked over the horizon to the east, and the heat was just enough for us to witness you almost smile
but, I wonder
what lies beneath your glorious structure?
what story is hidden underneath your feet?
is it worth the value of human life and human endeavour, to unearth your hidden
gem, your hidden story?
you are seated on a deserted land,
so quiet, so steady, so calm
where the moon hung well above the horizon at night, and theair was chilly enough for us to see you almost breath
but, again, I wonder
why do we bother you, anyway?
or do you even like it too?