Apr
26
Isis, oh Isis, my sun mother calling, remember to count the sand
I can hear the Echo of Queen Nefertiti singing across the land
My blood runs through Egypt flowing like the Nile
Royal memories lost in a ship for a long while
Princess Scota, Oh Princess Scota, destiny meets
Black hair braided moves across my cheeks
I long for God’s ocean breeze to fill my lungs with life
My European lover makes me his warrior wife
Ireland, oh Ireland, the emerald green heaven, I find peace
Where my sons fought in battle and won the golden fleece
My feet pressed solid, standing alone on new ground
Leaving my European king across the sea buried in a mound
Stones, oh stones, reveal a flower’s secret journey so far
I continue through others in the avatar
My sons take red haired fairy wives to love
And spill their seed to call the souls from above
Mummies, oh mummies, wrapped to hold my family tight
are awakened in Egypt by Ireland’s kingly rite
A necklace on my prince-son found in Ireland’s mounds of the kings
That was Tut’s gift to his nephew, the treasure hunt begins
Teri, oh Tara, so many have brought me here
I am guided by the angels their is nothing to fear
