Poem for a New Morning of Love…written in Yangon in Myanmar… It is time to go, dear friends Someone or other is waiting.. Is there a table set for me in Australia Where the fading autumns once coloured my desires? It is I, that person who waits and waits and waits For those who eagerly plant a kiss And are ready to leave On the rainbow path of their dreams To raise flowers and wheat and honey Sea, wind and Salt know who I am and that I am waiting Here I am Wet, salty, smile larger than a waterfall Holding on to my dreams with a string of tears Singing songs of a glorious sunset I shall always be waiting for… Each discovery a new dream Present me with a plaque of lost memories Where does one encounter a cemetery for lost memories Do they bury them with elaborate rituals Like the hindu bodies being burned on the Tongues of the earth of the delta of irrawady Silenced forever by the gurgles of myth magic tragic reality We come in and out Wander through this palace of wonders That is our mind Our desires and our dreams One moment one is alone, the other asleep United in another planet, in another reality Souls migrating in the infinite Such is life..
Once the boundaries of expectations are broken Nothing stands in the way It is the desires that we must curb That greed puts borders on our fantasies A man who owns no clothes is not afraid of nudity Just you and the wide world of words and images Of trees river and music And an occasional kiss from Doctor Yehuda Kovesh Endocrinologist to the indigenous Medical anthropologist to the voracious An Australian And A Jew More importantly A brother, A Son, A Father A Friend and A Lover….
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