I dreamt you were here with me last night
you covered my heart with blankets so white
and you laid next to me—right here by my side
humming a hymn of a childhood that died.
In the morning I sensed you were here in my room
hand in hand we recounted a life that had bloomed
and secrets of days that have passed and are gone
the words that were whispered made my skin crawl at dawn.
A gust of wind blew through the window
and puffed the curtains apart
and the burst tore my soul into limbo
and trembled the strings of my heart.
Tonight I felt you were here right with me
and you told me of new things and places you’ve seen
of a life everlasting in the great green space
beyond the horizon and the blue universe.
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@Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry
April 21, 2018 | OC, California
For my brother Ehud Shimoni R.I.P. 🔯
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@Yakira Shimoni Fulks
April 21, 2018 | OC, California
For my brother Ehud Shimoni R.I.P. 🔯
Cry For You | Dreams on Stormy Night
♥ such a beautiful dedication Kira, written so delicately and so heartfelt and a wonderful exploration of what comes next Kira Shimoni Fulks!
Kira Shimoni Fulks: Thank you Karen, it means so much to me! This is a translation–I wrote the original in Hebrew.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47546/the-listeners
Sad awesome poem… Very deep and talented
Nice writing
Indeed, the spirits of our beloved remain inside and beside us for eternity. I truly enjoyed your heartfelt piece, the style is delightful, a true pleasure to read, the rhyming works perfectly and it absolutely flows. The imagery is crafted masterfully and with an exquisite visuals. I can’t say anything as a critique, just beautiful!
What a wonderful poem about continued connection with loved ones who have died. We see, hear, and feel them at different times each day. Grief is a peculiar thing. Good economy of words here: “humming a hymn of a childhood that died”. I was with you in that line. Nicely written.
My favorite section of the piece on the lingering of her late love: ‘A gust of wind blew thru the window / and puffed the curtains apart– / and the burst tore my soul into limbo / and trembled the strings of my heart’.
Wonderfully inked! Inspiring! 😊 👏
Beautiful chain of emotions of pure love for lost one!!!
Beautifully penned dear Kira. A moving account of a visit from a loved one now residing in heaven’s pastures.
humming a hymn of a childhood that died
that one line stands out for me in an exceptional poem. Dreams can be both a comfort and a curse.
Deceased loved ones are apt to come to us in dreams–as well as, once,
mutually-shared surroundings.
That “great green space” is not, often enough, characterized as the dead’s
new world of continued experience and deeper education.
A lovely and touching piece of work, poetess.
I can totally feel the pain :((( This poem is really great.
i agree with Christine ..beautifully penned .. there is a gentleness in remembrance tho it is one of great loss .. again .. the art is a perfect fit .. to wake from a dream of a loved one who has passed is uplifting having “seen” them again … and wrenching as in waking the wound is opened once more .. i am old .. and know this place well 😉 we get through such things