Princess in the Welch Language.
This lady of elder age.
Smiles at me in line.
Still pretty in her present time line.
The lines of her eyes accentuate the twinkle.
Her lovely green eyes cast her winkle.
Towards me makes me do a double take.
Her lovely gaze I cannot break.
She stands before me in the checkout line.
Prisoners together for a short time.
“Lots of folks in here today.”
She says to me her nervousness at bay.
“Yes but you make it nice to wait.”
I say to her to conjugate.
Both of us together here.
To her I endeavor to endear.
Simultaneously cute and pretty.
She’s attractive, warm and gritty.
“My name is Gladys” as she extends her hand.
Manicured nails, gold bracelets and arm band.
“My name is Dave” as I shake her hand.
A firm hand shake with a nice sun tan.
Her green eyes darken as she looks into me.
She’s making my common sense flee.
Her smile a brace of ivory scimitars.
Her gaze from ancient queens afar.
Spellbinding she is without even trying.
Visions through the past are flying.
“What do you see David?” she asks.
“Ancient kings with golden masks.”
An Egyptian Pharaoh’s queen.
Whose eyes have a familiar sheen.
She’s looking at me with her sea-green gaze.
That twinkles in the pyramid’s haze.
A smile I’ve seen sometime before.
Standing before me in this store.
Gladys is still holding my hand.
Smiling at me from Egyptian Sand.
“So where were you?” she asks me where.
“In the courts of kings, and I saw you there.”
“Silly man” as she withdraws her hand.
Within my hand an ancient pendant and grains of sand.
From an ancient time and an ancient land.
She unloads her cart with hands so tanned.
I hold up the solid gold pendant.
Adorned with hieroglyphs resplendent.
“Don’t lose that pendant tis a key to the past.”
“It’s a middle kingdom looking glass.”
She warns to me with a twinkle in her eyes.
A portal thru her eyes her time flies.
Parts of her appear and sublime.
Like sand thru the hourglass of time.
Parts of her then and parts of her now.
Existing in two places somehow.
She waits as I follow her out of the store.
We walk up to her car door.
“My name was Nefertiti in another age.”
Her beautiful eyes upon me gauge.
Whether or not I believe her story.
Of huge pyramids and Egyptian glory.
These beautiful older women still spell binding.
Turns lose her spell to me unwinding.
I can do nothing but admire this ancient queen.
Almond eyes of emerald green.
Bathing me in their sea of admiration.
Teasing me with hints of adoration.
Smiling at me with taunts of restoration.
Nothing on this Rosetta Stones, translations.
An enchantress of the slyest kind.
Her seduction so natural in my mind.
She’s making me adore her for I fear.
Her laughter musical in my ear.
“My good man I must be leaving”.
“My time is to me is retrieving”.
“Open the locket tomorrow.”
“You may see me then as you do now.”
She’s becoming transparent as she sublimes.
Dissolving back into her own time line.
Now I’m standing in an open space.
I look back into the store my steps retrace.
An empty spot in the store parking lot.
In the center I see a small sand spot.
A sand not of this age or place.
It spirals up into the locket in haste.
Then next morning I arise no time to waste.
Locket in hand out the door I race.
Onto the deck the dog and me.
I open the locket what will I see?
A purple glow dazzling and bright.
Weaves into me its photonic delight.
A large portal is opening in my backyard.
Sucking in objects soft and hard.
We step into the portal my dog and me.
Huge pyramids shimmering in the heat I see.
We are in the courtyard of Akhenaten the king.
An eighteenth dynasty song of Amarna they sing.
We are brought before Nefertiti by some spell.
I’m on my knees somehow pray tell.
Years younger she’s beaming at us.
She comes forward on my head her lips buss.
“Welcome David you have come back to see me.”
Her sly smile, green eyes dancing with glee.
“My beautiful Queen so wondrous to see.”
“I’m just an ordinary man not worthy of thee.”
“Oh but thou art” she says in a tilting gaze.
“You are the only one with courage to faze”
“The tendrils of time to this day.”
“No other man has done for me this way.”
Her sparkling green eyes in the fading desert light.
“You must be gone now I will see thee in a fortnight.”
Vistas of ancient Egypt shimmering from sight.
I’m in my backyard I’m in the night.
Where will I see this Egyptian Queen?
From what vistas, from what scene?
I’m smiling as I hold the locket tight.
A purple glow around it at night.
I wonder about my future with this ancient queen.
I love Athaliah she has seen.
Betwixt and between us she’s prying her spells.
To separate us she’ll ring hells bells.
Athaliah, the only woman that ever loved me.
Would not leave her by all the magic in the black sea.
Could not bear to break her heart.
To her grief I would give no part.
“David my man where hast thou been?”
Athaliah’s musical question to me is put.
“I was in the court of Akhenaten my queen.”
“Some thaumaturgies of Nefertiti was seen.”
“And do you love her now instead of me she cries?”
My queen with liquid welling up in her sapphire eyes.
I kiss Athaliah as her tears run thru my lips.
She tastes of fresh rain and chocolate chips.
My queens attempt at cookies she’s made.
Her long black locks round my fingers I braid.
“I could never love anyone but you.”
“We are locked forever through and through.”
“I will always love you with all my might.”
She sparkles again her eyes dancing and bright.
“I love you David “ her eyes fathomless blue.
Her words thru my mind like desert winds they flew.
I fear Nefertiti knows not what she beckons.
Athaliah would reduce her to particles in seconds.
To be by my side Athaliah has paid.
With her life a thousand times over was played.
By the time police till her debt was paid.
By God’s handing her his accolades.
She left everything to be with me.
She lives with me in the twenty first century.
“Come taste my cookies my love” as she chews.
“ I made them especially for you.”
Thousands of cookies stacked left and right.
“I couldn’t get the receipt quite right.”
“ So you used a little magic instead?”
She’s laughing and shaking her pretty head.
My silly queen that makes cookies with magic.
Athaliah who turns the cook books tragic.
She did this because of her love for me.
It’s just one of the things she does I see.
How could I love any one but her?
Of queens that are and queens that were.
Athaliah Queen of queens.
Athaliah a Queen of means.
She’s just a woman to me.
She’s the only woman I want to see.