The Awakening Poem by Mike Shanahan

I heard her crying through the mist of time
Her voice so mournful, sad, no hope to find
I heard the locked- in misery of her mind
A melody so pleading, tearing, so bereft of rhyme.

The great god Ra she could not awaken
She could not raise the mighty Ra
She cried from desert heights unto the sand her tears
And thought of ways to end this awful night.

And in the distant heavens heard the cry
And from his eon -slumber moved.. the mind
And slowly from the sleep of ages rose
And with a mighty force he whipped the sand.

The Great god Ra, her tears had brought to life
Like raindrops bringing Natures gift
To nourish and to feed the desert sands
Her melody so sad to make him rise

I saw her sadness turn to joyful pleading
I heard her song of sadness now transformed.
Her melody of beauty.. new notes high
Great Ra but smiled and proffered forth his hand.

He led her to a land she had forgotten
He showed her memories once sealed
He cleft the tombs, released the burdens in her soul
And breathed to her”I bring.. but what already lies within”

And in the night her melody contiues
Moving Stars to let it dance the Milky-way
TheGreat god Ra… she has awakened
And she who sang her song is now to stay.