Luxor4u

THE LOSS


The man watches, silently and unobserved,
as dust, litter and lost memories gather storm.
The tears mingle with the sweat of generations,
buildings lay empty, disused, unwanted.
The children still play, abandoned, dirty and unnoticed,
women no longer chatter, now huddled in quiet groups
as they hide within the thick black shadows.
The creaking of a door, broken hinges, shattered glass,
swinging idly by its once painted frame, back and forth.
The blue and whites lay at rest, rust gathering around their signage,
a defeated army, no longer the transporter of people, homes for cats.

The man watches, despondent within his memories,
no laughter, no shouts, the silence is deafening.
Eyes lifted towards an empty sky, soulless, lifeless,
no longer seeing the pure white snakes that once abounded,
criss-crossing the pale blue canopy, chasing clouds.
The large terminal, the vain of life has finally withered and died,
a dried up derelict husk, a reminder of times gone, lost forever.
The once proud horses, turned from rot to bones,
as the city stagnates, changes, but not through evolution.
He is alone for no one sees him, no one cares,
no one remembers what once was, what they held within their hands. Hope.

A Sad Prophecy..

You know what came into my mind as I was reading that.. ? The Story of Alexander the Great when he arrived in Luxor,
there he saw a man reading the Glyph's on a temple wall, and the man said to Alexander that he was the last man who could read them..

You know when you have the feeling that something is a miss? Yesterday I was outside having a cuppa when I glanced up to see two of those large black carrion crow like birds having an aerial fight. It then dawned on me that it was a very long time since I had seen the vapor trails in the sky. In the past they have created many pathways across the sky's above my home, now gone. Then you place the birds into the picture it gave the impression that they were fighting over the scraps.

I have been wrong about things in the past, something much worse that Luxor's current situation.
Sometimes I enjoy being wrong, because I have either learned, or that NOTHING is written in stone...

But then again..




So, if Nothing is written in stone, then its true..
NOTHING IS Written in stone,,,, Paradox, I love it...