Anticipating scars of moonlight
Tapping my window tonight
From my Jerusalem moon
A private call
When city worshipers sleep
Exhausted from defending their gods
With sticks stones history and verses
I rise to pray in my own way
Evidence of faith weighs heavy
I've been marking calendars
Tracking phases of the moon
In the 12 constellations
Counting blue stars
I know them by name
Fading smiles wilt
From sheets of cold nights anticipating hope
The perfect treat for my bitter silence
Where is this patience taking me?
There are no clouds in the Jerusalem night sky
Some things not wanted pretenders
like circles in the sky painted with milk
Dying in the mirror looks easy
Pacifying this old infant in me takes time
My entries of once upon a time
Scratched rewritten to before time
Staining her rosy pillow lips
With the moody ink of my pen
Is she mad?
I just wanted to stretch back into
Both ends of her forever
I want to flee this human skin
To be infected return to dust
To be the sky and matter that holds her
My adore aptly named laly
I want to morph where ever she is
I just wanted laly my Jerusalem moon
In my arms and deeper in the cradle of my heart
Part of God's original peaceful creation
In the Jerusalem night sky
And hum with her a tune
Bringing peace to those some in dire need
Humming a tune with my Jerusalem moon