Sunday, September 28, 1997

Mevaseret Tzion

happening upon it, like a nest along the way
a doe of the dawn
unleashing shackled hearts
as eternal flames reverberate
resting side by side, and one over the other, in open embrace
releasing secrets embedded beyond the stones
down moonbeams darkly brilliant, crying out
as fingers of the endless write a new song
a wordless reconstruction
rocking with the ages
for you

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