Saturday, May 2, 2015

Shira, Zohar, and Curt (world peace business act year number 4)

for years, from some ragged dreams,
I spot you, talking of wisdom,
and without a complaint,
the glittering shadow of a knight
absorbs darkness.
a stretched willow waves its hands
toward Cumberlands, bearing
a full moon of ashes.
The horse races on,
Lonesome coconut beach,
the weight of stress increases,
then with an ancient sage's strength,
the bloodstream comes back
and all hear her murmur:
a random and a mistaken relation,
God bless Shira, Zohar, Curt, Ted, Wilma, and Nurit.