I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars. — Og Mandino

FIELD OF DREAMS

Elegant viper
on a clear lake, glides
towards the bushy marsh

Firm neck, rises—
a serpent in white feathers,
crowned with pride

Gently parting cattails—
brushing the reeds to each side,
he enters the fertile marsh

While fingers reach
the tulips where
paradise resides

where babies sleep
where night turns into dawn
and Eve cries I AM

A master musician
strokes a finely tuned
cello

Deep notes pour out—

Then a sublime flutter
the bow quickens the tempo
reaching the final notes

A quiver, then silence
the marsh is alive
all the parts gave and took

Until there was no more to give
no more to take, releasing
the scent of damp bark

Now the grass glistens
and pollen fills the air—
viper in a field of dreams

Hearts beating as one
lone wolf howls
at yellow moon

— Abraham Menashe
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