Like Nut and Geb

Caribbean sunlight and wind,
contrast greatly with Cairo's heat.
I remember the days,
when I would walk barefooted
upon her silk like sand
while my sisters danced before me.

Red fabric,
silver amulet inlaid with Lapis Lazuli
and far away Jade
colliding with heavenly tan.
Such a joy to be young!

He would run along the dunes,
singing sweet hymns of Ptah and Amun-Ra
and the most tragic love story of Nut and Geb.
She,
forced to remain locked in the cosmos.
He,
laid below her as her prison changed colour everyday.
He would see the resting place of his love, so sweet
but yet he could not reach her.

Perhaps,
our story is a bit like theirs,
I feel your presence,
yet I cannot see you.
I carry you,
but yet I do not hold you.
They say that there may yet be a day,
when the forbidden love
of Mother Cosmo and Father Earth
may be permitted.
Perhaps then
we shall collide in an astrological meeting.

- Chai Tea