dark apple blossums

3000 miles wept
2 years not slept
to have loved truth, more intoxicating
than the rum, I drank to feel numb

there is no going back
there will be no going back
I know that
as honest as my blood, my beating heart,
and my crying soul
for life, is . . . faith is . . .
and dreams . . . are dreams
their meanings
strange, always elusively clear

and one day sleeping, one late night awake
I looked around and said ahhh . . .
I remember this
for this is heartbreak
and how grand it is
to feel so alive again

27 december 2007
Deborah Chava Singer

 

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