Thursday, March 31, 2011

The mountain air is clear as water,

The scent of pine around,

Is carried on the breeze of twilight,

And twinkling bells resound.

The Trees and stones there softly slumber,

A Dream enfolds them all,

So solitary lies the city,

And at it’s heart- a wall.

The wells are filled again with water,

The square with joyous crowd,

On the Temple Mount within the City,

The shofar rings out loud.

Within the caverns in the mountains

A thousand suns will glow,

We'll take the Dead Sea road together,

That runs through Jericho.

But as I sing to you, my city,

And you with crowns adorn,

I am the least of all your children,

Of all the poets born.

Your name will scorch my lips forever,

Like a seraph's kiss, I'm told,

If I forget thee, golden city,

Jerusalem of gold.

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