One Year of Love Songs
By Sarina Ariely
Now the farmers wake from their year of hibernation.
Lonely rest, how I long for you again.
I cannot bear to watch the animals rise,
The roosters should not shriek this early.
It’s three in the morning, and sleep is lost.
Fading hallucinations, I need you.
Chickens cluck bittersweetly at each other,
And I can feel what they are feeling, as though I am one of them.
Dreams, return to me
like flutters of hope from the clouds.
I am one of you now, “praying for the chilly rains of winter,”
A love song that is only played once every seven years.
Flutters of hope from fresh morning dew,
I can’t watch the animals rise and fall again.
Love song that’s only played once every seven years,
Don’t let the farmers wake this time.