=The Sphinx=

I am
What the ancients named
The Sphinx
The mystery of my origin is lost
In the sands of ages past.
With the Great Pyramids
I might link
I do not know
For the time of my beginning
Is mystery to me also
I know only that
I am here...I exist
In my monumental creation
I live
I breathe the hot sirrocco winds -
- Breath of the gods
Stinging sands cast by their hands
In anger against those who
Prostrate themselves
Before me
Is my creation a work
Of man? Or gods?
Only my creator knows
Perhaps his voice comes to my ears
Which, of stone, do not hear,
And yet,
A voice carries to me over the
Ever-blowing winds and desert sands
Am I alone?
How many eons will pass
Before no longer
I am?
I have seen the true color of wars
Angry red, in rivers running
Seen brave men weep
Their women and children die,
Sacrifices of flesh, to stone.
Out into the infinities of the universe
Stretch my longings
To be free
Of this body of stone
True spirit - not god, not man
"I am"