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במרחבי שדה פתוח
אני עומדת שקופה
אני יודעת שזה הזמן לצרוח
כשלא תשמע הצעקה.

ולפתע באה רוח
ומתפתחת סערה
אני יודעת שזה הזמן לברוח
אך לא נשארת לי ברירה.

ושוב אותו חלום
ואין לי כל פתרון
ושוב בצעקה ההיא
שלא יוצאת ממני
ושוב אותו חלום.

במרחבי שדה פתוח
עומדת בודדה
אני יודעת שאיש פה לא שומע
אך לא יוצאת הצעקה.

19.3.1997 שחר ©

Shakked Sarah’s Home Birth

A full moon
Always haunting
Always enchanting
And with the full moon
Your journey to join our home began

It was my heart that beckoned
And your sister who called to you
“Baby come!” when we flew a kite
And, “come baby!” when we went to the sea…

It was for you we were waiting

And in such rage of movement and stillness
Of laughter and tears
You joined us
Into the strong and trembling hands of your father
You came

Inside the candles were dancing
Outside the birds sang

I embraced you and wept.
Recognizing you
Knowinyou
Lovinyou
Always

I Need a Place

Sometimes I need a place

to get lonely
So, I’m running away
to a place that’s full of fear.

It makes no sense
It isn’t clear
and I cry, I’m ashamed,
and I know the end’s not near.

Sounds ache…

The voice in me
It’s trying to reach out and hold
The corner looks dark
It isn’t smart to go near…

Sometimes I need a place
to get lonely
It’s out of fear
I’m just not here

Sounds ache
The voice in me

Sounds ache
The voice in me (it’s reaching out)

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