He asked me what will I write about today?
I answered:Depends where my pencil will take me.
Today I said Goodbye
I shared a silent farewell
Through the sound of the cars honking,
The children shouting
The soldiers smirking by your check points
The palm trees leaning over your intersections
I looked at you for another instant.
Maybe the last time for a long time
My heart has been captured by your magnificence
By your warmth and your charm
From the eldest stone to the latest
I kissed you Goodbye
From the darkest eyes that I wear
I reminisce every charm you have shared with me
Hope to share your beauty one day with my un-born children.
I will miss your street vendors and
the carts filled with scents so exotic
They took my breath away
the markets filled with mountains of spices and canisters of oils
They took my senses away
The blossom of this land
That took my taste away
The beautiful valleys by your outskirts and resonance of thy church bells
Borrowed my soul to yours
You have prisoned my mind
Nostalgic is where my spirit is to experience a disconnect from your actual presence but to remember the charm that has been painted in my soul.
Dearest Jerusalem and it’s lovely surroundings,