In grandeur so magnificent you stand,
More dignified in splendor than a lion;
I muse on pyramids, and on Orion,
And endless empires lost in realms of sand.
An empress gazing over all her land,
And of the Sphynx himself a sacred scion,
You render glorious anything you lie on,
And turn an armchair into something grand.
And yet, when we first met, you were a shade:
So scrawny and so heartbreaking and proud,
It crushed my soul. I fed you by the hand,
Until you condescended to my aid.
A mind unbroken, lofty as a cloud,
And still uncowed with worlds at your command.
Written Jan 9, 2015 © Anissa Nedzel Gage, All rights reserved