Frederick Kesner Poems
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Love is in the horizon,
it sits upon the sand;
the whispers in the hallway,
revealing secrets grand.
It's dancing in the rain
and in the blazing sun;
the mighty flowing river,
the voice of a long lost son.
Love is in the desert,
in the oasis' leafy fronds;
the racing tiny tadpoles
in lazy summer ponds.
It's teary airport farewells
and walks on a moonlit night;
the gentle flowing breezes
that stills the frightened heart.
Eilat, minuscule by what we know is worthy
small, but nonetheless mighty city of refuge
near the Crossing Point by the east shore of the Red Sea
between pharaoh and the promised land it tends
seeking for lifebut out of breathe, panting for waters
pursuing after joy beyond worldly pleasures
dreaming of freedom, our one and only dream available—
what lasts, what endures, what ushers in eternity and all of forever
after the high is gone and friends disappear into the night