Nefertiti from the dust you cry to me

The ancient musiced voice upon my spirit’s ear

Lures me on to stone sun bleached stair

To search the buried years for thee.

Tender queen so lost and yet so near

Consort of a prophet, prophetess

You lived and loved with gentleness

Your ageless woman’s sorrow do I hear

Did they wrap you in fine linen

And lay jewels on your throat?

Did they incase you in gold

And lay you away forever?

In the valley of the kings

Princess of Aton, Daughter of God