A Song of the Beloved

by Ronit Goldstand

Crimson tears
cry out from the earth —
all your waves have swept over me
Beloved!
Unfathomable
He peers through
the clefts of the rock
in a wall of stone
crusted and bejeweled
sleeps a love beyond time
that cannot be aroused or awakened
until the day is cool and the shadows retire
at evening time.

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