Your name wanders like a wolf
Through the deserts of my mind
Memories of heat and of spices
Intensify the touch of your lips
Like a flame in a rain storm.
You stand above the esplanade
And when you turn to me
Your eyes are like stars
Which illuminate the depths
Of my heart and my soul.
In the market all was colour
All was noise and smells
Incense and honey and apples
A new year ahead
Waiting to be discovered.
Through arches of stone
Through tunnels of blossoms
Dust clinging to our legs
Cool walls shielding us
Distant wails inspiring faith.
Twilight falls at Jaffa Gate
The Citadel is bathed in gold
And your eyes reflect the sun
Your hands against the wall
You murmur a blessing.
The music of the cicadas
Rises from the bushes
As you turn to take my hand
Faith and love, you and me
The eternal treasure of hope.
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