Pointing up, to a night sky,
A canopy, of twinkling stars,
The mystery, of the pyramids,
Remains, so unsolved tonight.
Annointing history, in mystery,
Enticing us, to cast back rays,
Of thought upon, where we came,
From, sands of time’s old grains.
Lines drawn, in the aftermaths,
Of civilizations seeded, before,
Sketch out, cosmic processions,
As we etch our names, in today.
The pyramids of pride, rise up,
In every millenia, of evolution,
As humankind achieves, its apex,
Again and again, in time’s tides.