Dream

In the month of Heshvan
Red leaves sweep the ground
And a light descends on the courtyard of Solomon
Animals carved from the balsam and cedar of my dreams
Gleam gold and pink in the light
And the King himself stands in a grove
His beard a sheet of marble
Pointed black and straight:

Yes, all is well
Joseph the shepherd sits beneath the moon
The Sabbath meal has been prepared
How clearly I smell the balsam, the myrrh, the sweet incense of this place!

In the month of Sivan
My wife stands in the faltering glow
How fair she is!
Her skin dark like the desert of Lebanon
She is tall like a cedar of Lebanon
Her back straight, her legs like gazelle that leap on the plains
Of Beersheva

Spake the King
Seven swords I hold in my heart,
Each one gleams
With a radiance brighter than the sun
But none outshine the glow of your eyes
Shulamit,
No feather of the rook can shimmer like your black locks
O pure one,
The glow of light fades, with it goes this scene

But listen to the old man,
He knows the secret of our dreams

(c) 2007 M. Rephun