In the hot airwaves over green-silver bush
butterflies’ dancing streams turn and twist.
In the dim ancient hall ten black robes pray Kiddush
dark and light counterparts coexist.
Love is born as new light, as a bolt from the blue,
the emotions are raised, no more grief.
I surrender myself to the stream, float anew,
oh Gehenna, I’ve been so naive.
Dark replaced tender glow of affection and bliss
passion died, I am weeping good bye,
to the raptures of heart. I am mourning decease
of the flower of love, don’t deny.
In my bedroom alone I will gash, I will cut
choking dress, morbid flesh – I can’t cry,
deadly wounds, empty heart, praying eyes - no more blood
no more life, silence now, no reply.
* Gehenna (the valley of G Hinnom), near Jerusalem. In the New Testament the name is transferred, by an easy metaphor, to Hell.
Kiddush for love gone
© Copyright: А Н Е Л, 2004
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