Ketuba (Wedding Certificate) Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

Brush stroke paint turns into Chinese Boat sails - so bold and noble, what are you trading? Jade?
which makes me wonder - I will trade you the piece of paper that I found written in a foreign pen. The day after. It's yours if you let me search for his eyes.
which are blue like the mist - Cover my body with it, I will wait by the shore in my dress, I want to be ready
which reminds me of the water - everywhere is the ocean, do whole cities have to drown while I still wait.
which grows ikebana - he world was originally so. Eve would tend to her garden only to watch it grow without her.
which turns into a blooming - your veins squeeze your blood with loyalty, a system grows in you every day
which turns into heartbeats - we spent one day together, reunite me and you can have the little poem. I found it the day afterwards. It's my proof.
which swirls into sewn lace - there is a wedding every Sabbath. The world is renewed from scratch. We shouldn't even be here.
Such a perfect poem fights to exist in this world.
which burst into a melting flower - the snapdragons are ablaze, their mouths move for help. My mouth echos them.
which makes flowers collapse like paper - so fragile, so easily done. Just a love note from a boy, I'm sure of it, maybe a future ketuba
And the paper is painted on. - it starts again