one quarter Jewish
through the fathers of time
I touch my deep, purple heart
I never knew myself before we met in the ancient ruins
walking across mosaics, green fertile synagogue of memory
how could a child understand
no, I had to be old, the sands running out
there, the vision, the pool under shadowed branches
there, the eagle and the deer together
no sanctuary, no perfect land
the planet of beauty and cruelty
we try and try
through the fathers of time
I touch my deep, purple heart
I never knew myself before we met in the ancient ruins
walking across mosaics, green fertile synagogue of memory
how could a child understand
no, I had to be old, the sands running out
there, the vision, the pool under shadowed branches
there, the eagle and the deer together
no sanctuary, no perfect land
the planet of beauty and cruelty
we try and try
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