I still remember the days of hazy heat
Can't forget the sweetness of the nights
Mellow landscapes of forever child,
The touch of the sea at night, dark,
Gently swaying - the seaweed that gets
Entangled round my unsuspecting hand;
The old ancient language keeps coming
Back - its words like flowers of stone
Bloom in the meadows of my mind -
And an old children's rhym keeps chanting
Keeps repeating in my head - is like
Maybe a sign, of a new turn in time.
Nomi Ben-David
