Jew #19
In the heart's garden
Love blooms in barren places
Where gardeners never dream
On harmattan sand
Without rivers of kisses
And the oasis of dew
In dark shade, lightless
And far from your distant sun
Love its fragrance on desire
No touch to root here
This plant arboreal thrives
On your moist memory, dear
In the heart's garden
Time your lush pattern traces
Carving deep hope like a stream
This harmattan sand
It's simoom winds sweet hisses
Sweet songs, for my darling, Jew
O this room, lightless
And silence from moon and sun
And we the purest bonfire
I would drink your tear
Chase bees from their sugar hives
And build our great kingdom, here.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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