Wednesday, March 25, 2009

To the Rising Sun

When my dreams are only shadows
And sleep escapes the forlorn
I’ll look to the rising sun
And to the land where he'll be born
When the silver bell is silent
And the heart no longer warm
I’ll look to the rising sun
And to the land where he'll be born

When my hands no longer long
To make a guitar sing her song
When my tongue no longer dances
High pitched cries of sandy storm
When both you and I’ve forgotten
All the promises we’ve sworn
Let’s look to the rising sun
And to the land where he’ll be born.

3 comments:

Yoel said...

Hi,
I see you have found what i was searching for a long time....
(http://iamazionist.blogspot.com/2007/11/zionist-jewish-israeli-kaffiyah.html)

Please can you tell me where can i buy some? I'm searching for weeks and here in Switzerland there's no shop selling it ;)

(just post a comment after mine, i'll come back :P

Toda raba!

ja g said...

I love your work and your ste. Gd bless you, maybe next year & EVERY year in Jerusalem !

Many Jewish friend WANT a Star of David Scarf; not worn Arafat style, mind ya! I have witnessed my friend's kippa knocked off of his head, here in oh so tolerant San Francisco...and in a wheelchair he was!

peace or perish!

ja g said...

I love your poetry and your site. Gd bless you, maybe next year & EVERY year in Jerusalem !

Many Jewish friend WANT a Star of David Scarf; not worn Arafat style, mind ya! I have witnessed my friend's kippa knocked off of his head, here in oh so tolerant San Francisco...and in a wheelchair he was!

peace or perish!