Dror Yikra¹

She knew no haste in this futureless present
when she denied me eternity
and renounced my wishes.

The tears came to my eyes,
vanquishing all hope, the tears
of flame that echo in the ocean
of the soul and flow from the rivers
of aspiration that course
through the veins of our lives

…for the past is the past
but when may it be laid to rest…

while I chanted the enchantment
for the funeral of the hearts, she asked
if ashes are all that remain
of the dead what use is prayer
when one is dead.

But I shall stand tall, for I have my Dror Yikra,
and even though death will take my body,
my desires and hope will live the eternal life
in those who have listened to my voice
and will tell her of my faultless being
that deserved to reside in freedom.

¹Traditional Jewish prayer for freedom.