It is to be deplored
what they said of you
so little is ever really known
and they judged you too lightly
all their research was misdirected
no one bothered even once
to look into your eyes
how profoundly ignorant
what a terrible waste
mythology and poetry
alive in you
a breathing soul, a lyric gem
come here and hold me
let them strain to render into words
the impossible struggles of a human heart
your heart
they’ll fail to capture
the fresh breezes
the craggy mountains
the deep waters
but here with you
i’ll take them in
you offer them to me
small tokens of your love
sincere and mighty
i see that much in you
that much
and more.
– marya ophir
