Cleopatra's Needle Poem by Bruce Morse

Cleopatra’s Needle threads the earth at noon
Through the warm gaze of the eye of the sun.
I look into the sky and see your face
And think somehow the world is kept in place
The way a child holds a bright balloon.

Two years ago I wandered through this park
Looking for something I could never find
And often the memories that came to mind
Buried my joy beneath so much despair
I was unable to love, to care,
And closed my eyes and slept until dark.

The sky is lavender and tangerine.
The obelisk stands over the still lake,
And marks each path that I must take.
I want to bless all that can be blesssed
Because of all the beauty I have seen.