Sadness

Image by Dominic's pics via Flickr

the glove from the shouk

you've matched.
I've put you on my hand
sadness
like a glove i bought from the shouk.

not even
the rain bringing wind
the blue eyes
of the girl bent over the hanuka candle

nor the rabbi's song
that i heard in the sinagogue in the park

neither the flowers
growing crazily on the road side

nor the sweet smile of the boy selling falafels
or the mediteranean's song
the coarse sand
in my sandals

not the green green grass in my fist
in ein ghedi
nor the red desert that burned my eyes

nothing could drove you away
from the cosy place
you've found
inside me.