Enchantment Passing Through

To sail away to half discovered places,
To see the secrets so few eyes have seen,
To see moments of enchantment on our faces,
The moments when we smile and those between.
"Are you talking about Nubia now?"
"Yes. In a way."
If I could leave this place then I'd go sailing.
To corners of my land where there would be,
Sweet southern winds of liberty prevailing,
a beauty so majextic and so free.
"I would take you sailing. South. You could be my guide."
There'd be no ties of time and space to bind me.
And no horizon I could not pursue.
I'd leave the worlds misfortunes far behind me.
I'd put my faith and trust in something new.
But why should I tell you this.
A stranger I've just met.
A woman who I hardly know at all and should forget.
A journey we can only dream of.
Enchantment passing through,
and how it is I say these things
So easily to you.
"I'll never take you sailing! I'm never going to leave Egypt again!"
"You talk as though you've been enslaved.
If you don't like your fate, change it!
You are your own master, there are no shackles on you!
So don't expect any pity or understanding from this humble palace slave."
And why did I tell her this!?
A stranger I've just met.
A woman who I hardly know and will forget!
Anonymous and gone tomorrow,
Enchantment passing through
And all I've done is tell her things
She already knew.
She knew...
She knew...