It Is Not Possible

I know
It is not the soft summer breeze, warm and moist
As your smile
I know
It is not the butterfly’s wing breath
Sweet as yours
I know
It is not the gentle spring rain
Falling as silently as your tears
I know
This emptiness was left by none of these
I know
This brain-mashed turmoil didn’t come from sun
Gentle as your hands
I know
This ache
As if I have been beaten, and left lying on the ground
Doesn’t come from the soft pulsating river
Kind as your heart
I know

Daring to open the portals of your heart brings risk of pain
The meaning of life:
Learn to love, and then to lose
We will lose, we have lost
Yesh gvul – “there is a limit”
There must be a limit you say
I know, I can’t, I know

I wish for you many things:
I want you to remember me when you leave.
I want you to think of me……
I want you to be happy
I want you to be successful
I want you to have great joy
I want you to remember that there are many who have no joy
I want you not to fear the dark place
That is what I want from you / for you
You are moved because you have great emotion
You have great emotion because you are loved and you love, Helen, my Persephanie
You are silent, because you fear to love too much

I know
It is not the soft summer breeze, warm and moist
That has torn this hole
I know
Is it possible to do as you ask ?
Is there strength……

2012

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