Alexandria

To all the ships that sailed past

with undropped anchor and unfurled masts

I harbor no resentment,

Left out of listed ports of mention

to where you went and made your mooring

What's done is done, I think I’ll call it mourning

As the captain's cabin door swings

Era, shut but let us not forget more things

Alexandria began poring over sword swings

Tears pouring as ropes free from mast halves and half knots,

No warning from lighthouse, she has not

She sighed wary, sans library, I rarely

find solace in fine ferry, vicariously I bury

my mind's expanse in the starboard starburst

Harbor waters have far from garnered praise

Lateen sails acutely angled away in autumn haze

Common days were those when once I beamed at trireme

I seen as a gem, Iris sapphire-ish

Lighthouse never dim then, papyrus, enlightened and brightened

Yes, mind free to fly like an Ibis

as it flanks banks and gives thanks to aqueous kindness

Even through the glorious revolutions of steamworks

Artificial light teeming, true enlightenment meager

Once gleaming with teamwork, like canoptic vessels

images of Egypt's Golden Age resonate reverb

entrance optic trestles, from past to present

Waxing nostalgic, I, Alexandria, harbor no resentment