A keyhole
An arch
A shaft of light
From several gods
Points the way.
Crimson and white
Wash your hands
Embrace the shade
She offers
The scent of lemons
Grenadine and musk
And her skin
Her breath
Bronze and mint.
Kneel and pray
Face the east
Face your fate
You can't turn away.
Beneath these stones
You'll lie forever
Under a world you built
For a world you can't understand.
Be still.
Be as one.
Hush.
Salam.
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Author:
Keith (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Whilst researching for my novel about the search for the tomb of the last king of the Moors I traveled to a manyplaces in Spain where the \r\nMoors have built beautiful buildings - mosques, baths, walls, caries etc etc. Cordoba, Granada, Sevilla, Zaragoza and others. This is the first in a series of poems I wrote to capture my feelings of what I saw and felt - and this one is about a lost love, a lost period in time.
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