The Sun Lit a Moist Branch, Zelda

January 10, 2012

The Sun Lit a Moist Branch, Zelda

The sun lit a moist branch,

And leaves of gold,

The pupils hunted

Gold leaves that fared night and day

In the blood of my heart

And when they reached the soul,

Its loneliness

Turned into far signals of light,

Heavenly clues, ancient miracles.

{From The invisible Carmel  1971}.


Vocals:  Ilana Eliya, Flute: Ruth Eyal Itzkovich, Celli: Rali Margalit.

CD – Poetry Ilana Eliya 2011. Arrangement & Celli : Rali Margalit, Flute: Rut Eyal Itzkowich,