The Heat Burns My Eyes

SKIES OVER CAIRO

At dawn,
The ghostly
Call for prayer
Resonates
Throughout
Cairo’s
Ancient
Graveyard –
Stirring
A haunting,
Yet heavenly
Song
That moves
The roosters
And doves
To
Tears.

The start of
A new day
Has begun,
And the clouds
Humbly part way
For the majestic rays
Of the
Magnificent
Sun.

Yellows,
Reds and gold
Explode
Over the sedated horizon
And a child’s
Smearing of
Pressed hibiscus,
Mangoes,
And peaches,
Kisses a silhouette
Of minarets
From which the angels
Come out to pour
Love into the skies.

The children
Of the pharaohs
Rise and wash the sleep
From their eyes.
Then they synergize in line
And say thanks to the light.

Yes,
They say thanks to the light
Then they sip their tea,
Curse the heat
Before stepping out to
Meet it
Outside.

Under
The blistering tableau
Above the
City line –
One can see
The fiery strokes
Of a blazing fire.
Its reflection
Is detected
In the eyes and hearts
Of Egypt’s natives,
When the
Hustling streets of Cairo
Are bustling
With
Need and
Desire.

=Blue Panther=
“SKIES OVER CAIRO” by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2009. All rights reserved.

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