Symphony

On the wending, stair pocked path down to the Wailing Wall, 

Each level bleeds the music of lone musicians.

Clarinet, flute, violin, sing the same slow honey tune from my past

He says, “Why don’t they all go play together at the top?”

I say, “Maybe that’s the metaphor”

Angel

 Settle softly, settle sweet

Greet every man that you may meet. 

Velvet, onyx, silky fur

Immerse yourself into the blur. 

Taken fingers twine to me!

I’ll disappear before you see. 

Under mountain, over lake,

I fly to home before you wake. 

Goddess of Light

Hair of sunlight,

Skin of gold,

Love like honey,

Impossible to hold. 

Tender

 Neither blood nor bone,

Just blossom and bloom.

Perfection in nature,

Scent of your doom.

Feige

 Divine I am, yet still I balk

At paths set out for me to walk.

Step by step to heavens nigh,

Throat-dragged onwards, nose held high. 

Tabernacle

 Weeping willow, spend me tears.

Send away the plagues this year!

Bitter citron, sparkling silk

Exhilaration pale as milk. 

Rimonim

 Golden jewel of rimonim,

So much sourer than you seem.

A storm that batters every sense,

The sweetest love is so intense.