Deja Vu

I passed by a scene of ecumenical
distortions and familiar settings.

And I muttered to myself, the same,
old brand of gross repetitions.

Old surroundings revisited in a
secret chasm of remembrances.

The tunnel of light, I remember,
as it welcomed me, rusted soul.

One fine day, in juvenile spring
time, I was sucked by the light.

Anew I was born as a seed like
renewed spirit that germinates.

In forgetfulness I stand in awe
of you in a shroud of mystery.

The new garments you wear,
does not hide your identity.

It is only your body decaying
your spirit rises in a pinnacle.

Your eyes, your face is like
the sun's rays they can't hide.

Even darkness and shadows
will reveal you, my old love.

I know your tanned expression
beyond belief, my life's past.

Wake up, dear, it's wholly me,
on your bosom I laid my head.

The antiquity has unnerved
my love, your furrows deep.

Never did you hear my voice,
buried under the pyramid, alas!

Cleopatra, how you bemuse and
charm the dessert sands again!

I recognize you, your frivolities,
your vicissitudes in the 21st
century of your reincarnation!

June 21, 2012
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