Call of the Nile

As nights' bright, days' dark,
Silence is woven into silk
For the body at the Nile
And here comes, one clear call;
A call of the Nile.

Likes the sun's gloom and putrid moon glows
As speeches, braided for the
Mournful voice which
Sang sweet sorrow so...
No longer the usual Ballad.

What trails has the living left
On the waterways
When their walks through the canal
Give vapid sign?
And the shore, be their bed
With subtle calls, a call to sleep.

As e'er as the voyage is,
Yet to embark on the boundless surface
Dazed whom the call meant for,
As nights' bright and days' dark
Silences' woven into a silk
For a body at the Nile
And here's the infinite call;
A call from the Nile.