Silver linings
Are dreams of clouds
Yet with a sliver of silver
We take to the skies

The angels ask us
To keep their silence
The price for our forbidden flight
But enamored by beauty
Befuddled by grace
we are forever chasing after
that which we wish were

A dozen glass roses
velvet lined stairs
Glass ballroom slippers
Pearls in our hair

Slivers of longing
Are what we have left
The angels disapprove
Silence is broken
The vow unfulfilled

A dozen gold roses
To pave all the stairs
and golden glass slippers
To match our hair

Silence lingers
We are struck blind
The angels turn their backs to us
The gates of heaven are closed
Not even the holiest of days
Will cleanse our souls

Goyim
Infidels
******

a dozen red roses
Line the graves to the stairs
They shattered our slippers
And tore out our hair

It's amazing
how much of a comfort you can find
with fictional characters and their worlds.

Whether it's fantasy, sci-fi or thriller,
whether their world is full of dangers and adventures,
you would rather be in theirs than be in yours.

I realised how much of a sadness our world has become
because we rely in non-existing worlds
in order to survive our own.

*(n.d.)