尼羅河低語，沙粒鍍月金，

她踮起腳尖，踩碎舊象形；

黃金睫毛眨，貓眸燃兩岑，

駝鈴把心跳，敲成迷魂音。

來吧，進我沙丘的迷宮廳，

用一息交換永夜的吻；

駱駝晃，晃碎理智的針，

剩駝峰藏你，滾燙的禁印。

Aristillus, crater of the silent gleam,

your rim a silver crown on ancient sleep.

I drift above you, ghost in solar stream,

tracing lost footfalls in dust so deep.

Shadows sing of fire that once was cold,

of meteors that danced and then forgot;

I carry their stories, bright and bold,

in a capsule of memory, tightly wrought.

Aristillus, keep my whispered name—

a pulse of Earth etched in lunar flame.