By Yasen Vedrin
(The Vine of Engadi)
“How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse!
how much better is thy love than wine...”
(Song of Solomon 4:10)
I wanted you like wormwood wine, in foam!
To taste the bitter flavor of your breath.
With tenderness inside my sips to roam.
Within my thoughts a song to defeat death.
A path I walked – to find you and possess.
A night I stayed – alone beneath the skies.
A dream I dreamed – to drink your tenderness.
A wish I wished – to steal the dream that flies.
I found you now. An aged wine to share.
A magic moment has captured every word.
Pour in my heart! No pity and no care!
And stay a bitter sweetness – yet unheard!
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