In the night
I open a window
in my pillow ...
and jump

They bombed Gaza
Gaza lived
Humanity died

in the corner of my room
lies there in gloom
a canvas, a mirror
of my loneliness terror

incomplete tile
with neat smile
a face of angel
on white rectangle

my beloved painting
you are feigning.
did you miss my brush
with incomplete plush?

I miss you every day
my imaginations play
when I complete you
what shall I do?

shall I look at you again?
shall I feel the same pain?
or a vivid memory
shall release my agony

will you miss my touch
or shall I miss you much?
the bond between me and you
is the only thing which is true

my beloved elf
a part of myself
incomplete feeling
colors of my healing

shall I stand through
in front of you?!
will I complete you?
or you will complete me?

In the desert of thoughts
   the air is hot,
                       (my heart is cold)

The scent of flowers ...
                          (everywhere) there is nothing ...

I watch the stars..
    I wonder about ..
                what made me fall…
                              (from the sky)

I wander...
           the world.. colored ...
                                        (from artery to vein)


I close my eyes ...
                        (I see ..)

I sleep …
   (maybe)
     I dream…
            (Siren sings a name)
....



I look into faces…
      house of mirrors..
            (reflecting my face)

I lost my mind..
Swept by a tide,
     a trace..!
           the one I sought to embrace ..
(Mirage, fog and unknown place)

my thoughts ...
                                   (paralyzed)
       in my mind …
                     (shadows …)

(purity; the spirit of the fragrance)
(Morning; love in the day)
(Essence of roses)
(lost lighthouse guides wanderers…)
(hearts of people each evening
          morning .. !
                           evening … !
          morning …. !
                          evening….. !
                                                 ………………)
My mind is gone …!



the pillars of my poems are shaken ...
                       (what is there … ?)
An empty wreckage
           full of memories
                           treasures
                                 (and layers of dust…)

                                   An empty message
                                        (with bones,
                                              ashes
                                         and remains)

*“your heart still the same”
               “burns in flames”
                                    “beats in
                                               eternal pain…”

My life will fade and disappear
with memories, I still hear
from my core; crystal clear
bringing back loneliness fear

Shall we meet again, my dear!
and my name, shall I hear?
or death just stole you
and gave back this painful tear!

Sitting alone with sleep
He's looking, He's a beast
He's there without shade
And I'm here not afraid

Beast! Come eat my eyes
Don’t let me see the skies
Maybe I'll never weep
And I'll accept you, Sleep!

His cold heart and December
His eyes and hair,
As I remember, Burned amber

A story started on September
His heart was warm, Mine is ember
Two years, As far as I remember


He was a perfect pretender,
He stabbed me the next November
A morning fog of cold December


I believed, That's why,
I wasn't a pretender

That's why,
I bleed as far as I remember

That's why,
He's cold as every December

That's why,
I've got a roaring flame in my ember