A Mermaid's Sleep: Reflections on the Palestine Freedom Flotilla

last night where the soul's sorrow was a mate, <br /> <br /> last night where she found one start, <br /> <br />an end of a falling tear, or perhaps a newborn of a pain.. <br /> <br />last night where a start left a trace of rain in her cloudy eyes...calling he who knows how to dive in oceans of her hidden emotions, who invade the soul.... <br /> <br /> who could find where are the holes of a traveling ship, <br />who could be a captain for her trip, <br /> <br />. her sleep which used to escape in a waiting shape, <br /> <br />while waiting for little hope... <br /> <br />....for a healer to <br /> <br />eradicate the <br /> <br />killer of the souls..to knot that broken rope. <br /> <br /> the seeker seek arts of reading soaring hearts, <br /> <br /> an artist in listening, singing, reading others' arts <br /> <br /> before tasting that pleasure of a sailor's arrival..before the arrival knocks her doors...she found him on his shores and again ready to depart...<br /><br />TaMaRa HaNaRiNg ,(((( PaLeSTiNe))))FreedOm Flottila .<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mermaid-s-sleep-which-used-to-escape-in-a-waiting-shape/