For Lubee Masha

As I am afraid of Jackals,
I went to synagogue
To see the Star of David.
But, it was not there!
The cemetery behind
Synagogue, filled with
The ancient mourning,
Predicament and wisdom
Remained me an autumn
Of exodus.

An angel was with me!
She has roots in arts,
Eyes in winter,
Talmud in says,
Words in dance!
A mind leaning towards
Left tower, a body with
Thousands of
Ash color sparrows
Flaying across
Her Neshama*!

She spoke to my heart.
I lost in her charm!
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming…
'If you are a pretender,
Come sit by my fire,
For we have some
Flax- golden tales to spin.*
Come in! Come in! '
OH! The train has to move!
Goodbye!
The heartbroken as
Awakened
From a vivid,
Honey dripping
Dream.

*Shel Silverstien