Aya Zman- another yerushalim

Jerusalem,
Alquds,
Yerushaim,
Everyone has one,
to protect them,
to yearn for her,
to fight to reach her,
to let go in her arms,
to see the birth of dreams,
the resurection of hope,
and sometimes,to fight with her.
To abandon her,
To cheart on her,
and to regret it all
when realized
that there is no
other lover like her.
As Naive. As honest.
As sincere .As open.

Some will sayit is the mosque
that holds her heart beat.
A church quivers
in the shadows of the previous,
and what is to come.

Others will say that it is the temple
that makes her whole.

Ruins is what she has become
in my heart, and
so have her memories.
I no longer journeyTo see her.
I search for love, and
another beautiful
Jerusalem,
Yerushalim,
Alqudsto hold me,
again.