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A graveyard in Cyprus (NOT Egypt!) |
The dust as light as fairy wings soft against my feet Blew across the barren land, wilting in the heat. And all around the silence lay, Unbroken by the waves Deathly quiet silence reined upon the graves. And in this country far away, still ghostly spectres haunt me A foreign country far away and still the memories taunt me. So quiet there amongst the dead, those tombs below the ground And the glittering sea bows silently in reverence all around. Below the sandy desert many souls and sinners lie In a graveyard claimed with a grandiose name, not even the wind dares sigh. In a foreign land so far away in a graveyard by the sea With naked feet in burning sun, dead voices called to me. In mausoleums underground the slumb’ring spirits woke; And in my head (or burning heat?) the long-gone voices spoke. I fled; I fled and I never looked back at the valley in the sun I fled, I fled and ran, till I was safely gone. And in the noise of the evening town I pondered on the dead; So high in life, so grand in death, yet can still not rest their heads? What do they dream? Why do they weep? What do they say? Why don’t they sleep? Nightmares haunt the graves disturbed And spectres in the air, perturbed Do wander in that dead unrest That’s not for those whose lives are blessed; And shall I go back, will I return To a land of ghosts where the night sun burns? Will I go back? One day I shall When memory and intrigue call To a graveyard of silence where no bird sings The valley of silence; the Tombs of the Kings. |