there was this moment
this split fraction of a second where
the pharaoh wasn't sure if he actually did love her.
there was this breath of doubt that washed his eyes
but the moment he opened them it was gone.
And the men there saw it and the women did too
and they wrote it down, they captured that look
and they etched it's wide letters into the book of secrets
only they could tell.
And I have studied these texts
and I have read and reread them,
and still when I let my eyes trace yours
there is something
lost in translation.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 1:48 AM UTC
there was this moment
this split fraction of a second where
the pharaoh wasn't sure if he actually did love her.
there was this breath of doubt that washed his eyes
but the moment he opened them it was gone.
And the men there saw it and the women did too
and they wrote it down, they captured that look
and they etched it's wide letters into the book of secrets
only they could tell.
And I have studied these texts
and I have read and reread them,
and still when I let my eyes trace yours
there is something
lost in translation.
Request permission to use this poem