You had a transparent finger

The book of God's Dreams
You had a glass transparent finger
And long silences shimmered afterwards
Between word and image, as he would like
To be swallowed up in silence and dream not
Or shut his book on me
But I have lost something and I am obsessed about finding it
Among the leaves of the unknown book
Friday, it was inscribed that you were more transparent than glass


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Translated from the Hebrew by the author, © 1996 Ella Bat-Tsion