"leora" poems
I am the wolf who
Lives in you dreams and nightmares
feasting on your fears.
I am the eyes that
You see in the darkness too
Feeding forever.
Who are you to me
To feast on eternally
For all the nights.
For I am the wolf of fear
~Leora Cheney
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
Leora,
when you sing,
God comes and listens.
And your father,
red headed,
red bearded,
full of joy and
loving,
tender pride,
visits us.
Where he lives now,
in the heaven neighborhood of
my own parents,
singing this good
is still special.
Only humans made into angels
know how to make those sounds.
Leora,
when you sing,
the clouds dance
above us,
and joy, pride,
nachus,
is all we feel.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC