THE STRAWBERRY SWING
I sat alone on the beach that night
my back on the sand
and looked up at the moon.
There, inside its cherubic white glow, was your face.
And then, the moon disappear,
instantly replaced by an
explosion of color:
a liquid ball of magenta
sapphire
golden yellow
electric green;
fiery fragments and shards of the old face
fell to earth with a brilliant orange glow –
all because I never told you
I love you. 
Copyright Oren Peleg 2009
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