I wanted to ask her if she'd come back and
Stand by my window like she did that summer -
Her breakable body held together by longing
Alone, in her eyes the black flame of
So very many candles
I wished we could dance side by side, like
Sisters of one soul, - carry the silence of
The long road to the place where everything
Has once began - but the wind erased
Her footprints in the dunes, sand has covered
The Caravan Routes, the lost trails to
The Promised Land -
Now, an Angel follows her every step, and
The sound of rustling silk, when she hurries
Down the darkening hall - sometimes, at
Night, she softly calles my name
Nomi Ben-David
Sunday, November 29, 2009
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