I dreamed a dream
stop me if I told you this
in it we were walking through a field
then we were alone in a small valley
a real emek
all the flowers brightly colored like acrylics.
The events released their deep significance
just as Rashi the poet described them
in color
the kind of colors G*d would draw —
The story opened to me like a flower
a field of stories
opening.
I’ll tell it to you again if you like
the whole story
sit down
yours truly,
Joseph.
Small alef; poetry
Maqam Nahawand