Atet

dark

to light

the passage

of long lost time

resurfaced in my

Coptic mind wrapped by the

ancient ones who now travel

through the layers of abandon

our Queens have risen to guide again

sun rays of Ra sail through the gates of gold

silenced we wade the paths of the faithful

three portals inviting to our souls

even in death there is danger

of us making the wrong choice

before we exit to

our homeland beyond

the binding ties

of judgment

swift feet

board

transition
Photo courtesy of Sue Vincent

no beat chops here

ghosts of jazz notes float

slowly in the breeze tonight

Billie’s song haunts me

crimson streets howling with soul

brick by brick the voices grow