Browsed by
Author: chaya

Love I lose from losing you

is found again and again

in the back of the house of prayer

saved for after the prayers end

when we have come to love again

A bridge to the soul’s shadow

crosses your path

one thousand times

and each time

I become

more without

The book that is holy

is on a shelf next to

my mother and her mother’s

The book becomes my


I write love poems in it’s memory

they glisten

and they praise

How might my ghost find it?

Many years in exile with a smile and a hope

Across bridges and journeys long


It seems

I was here once

Sometimes I forget Your name

it comes to me as You close Your eyes

I am aching to know

the difference between pride and shame

why there barely is

and yet it seems so wide

I am with angels who mourn

the full heart desires

Watching over a land

across the sea from Jerusalem

We pray in that direction

next year year I will return

In a world made so full

one must remember

the taste of silence

For that is the creator’s

first love

Most days I find it

in the chest beneath my heart


and always there

Where is your smile?



You are with me when I smile

You are with me when I cry

You are with me when I do not believe

You are with me when I believe

You are with me when I am alone

You are with me when I speak to You

I find myself in many forms

all repeating themselves

hiding from the light

and striking their own hands

with the hand of their lover

Someone stands next to myself

in the mirror that is two ghosts

and doubt in my ability

to reach the full height

Return of love, requited

But I never announced it

It was a whisper

It was seductive

Who gives you to it?