It appears,
   like a mirage in the desert,
this island...
   and floats toward the horizon.

Tiran Island...
   Now -
only a dream
   to remember.

I was lucky - I saw
   that aerial flight
over the sea...

The sea changes its color...
   Azure,
turquoise -
  aqua tint...

Tiran Island 
 is in my memory.

Now,
 no matter what,
I saw it,
  I know it.
It's part of my being...

And, besides memory
   and impressions,
what do we have?

We,
  particles
in the memory of The Lord...



December 19, 2015