my heart has turned you
into memories;
my mind, into
a pillar of salt.
when I think of you
in the present,
or spend nights alone
with my dreams of you,
my mind rubs against
my heart,
like salt in an open wound.

my mind has tuned you
into a bow;
my heart, into
strings.
when I speak of you
it is in past tense,
though you are very much alive---
it hurts less,
as my mind rubs against
my heart,
striking a melancholy song:
shuvi, shuvi,
v'nechezeh bach!"
---return, return,
let us gaze at you!

Wonders in the midst of what isn't worth
Gentle screams to have only met disapproval
Quiet emergency alarming the soul
No one saw it though

I wish upon a shooting star
That you may take the happiness along
Even when we are far apart
I could feel it within you

Questionable forsaken thoughts
The gentle screams continues on
How much longer can we go?
As far as the horizon I suppose*

I wish upon a shooting star
You remain the way you are
For you are the hope I hold on to
It's become hard to live without you

Wonders in you that is what's worth
Gentle screams are gently heard
The soul starts to breath accordingly
Thank you for finding me

When you told me that you didn't make promises I didn't think anything of it.
It was only when my mouth was filled with gravel and blood, when I tried to lean on you, that I realized that this was what you meant.

Neither standing on any pillar;
Nor fastened with any rope;
But this world is hanging;
On delicate strings of hope.