The End of My Exile

And
when evening comes and you're not here
I feel you more than anyone else
and I cry
the end of my exile
the beginning of my pain
and I cry being half of me
being part of me without you near
and when
morning comes and dreams are real
and reality is a dirty sock
a messy joke
an angle that does not fit
call me know my dear my queen
I am not a king without your eyes
I am not a king without your voice in my ears
And
now that I have found my other half
the roots of my tree my other in the world myself
my true me my only me my only other
where do I go from here
where do I come from
you change my past in every word

Call me now I am shouting
I am howling my lost years
you were always there and I knew it
and it was easier then being just half a man
but now, now that I know, do I have a choice
can I choose at all, who am I to choose
who are we to choose what's been chosen
thousands of years ago, long before we were born

Be the end of my exile, be the end of my pain
take me where I can only take you
make it as the steps you walk lead me to walk
let our traces become the traces of one being
for we are one, my dear, we are one
and one day we will be born.



The night is young

The night is young for the young
and old for the old

and a bird anybird
fears
flying

The cotton year
has come
to carry us away.

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Biography

Moshe Benarroch was born in Morocco and lives in Israel. He writes in three languages, Hebrew, Spanish and English and his poetry has been published in hundreds of magazines and anthologies worldwide. He was featured poet in the international Austin poetry festival, 1999, in poetrymagazine.com (july 2000) and has read his poetry in Israel, Spain and the US. He has published books of poetry prose and novels in Hebrew, Spanish and English.
http://www.authorsden.com/moshebenarroch