The sea is scarlet before my eyes,
Your whispers emanate to sighs,
Egyptian eyes burn through my back,
Singe integrity, which I lack,
The miracle kiss from my true love,
Sent by angels, he above
Has dissected the sea of natural form,
Now in two halves she lies, forlorn,
So I can run, can skip, can dance,
All I must do is seize this chance,
To dissolve amongst the deep red sea,
To find myself, completely free,
But who are you, Egyptian soul?
What if it's you who'll make me whole?
For now my toes they kiss the rim,
But still my heart is crying: 'Him!'.
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