Hedi - Jerusalem 1974

Queen of the Golden City,
Bringing back memories,
Of happy days long ago,
Recalling childhood joys,
Growing up together,
Fighting and loving,
Then, meeting after many years,
Grown into a fine woman
With a fine mind,
Like a clear, clear lake,
Reflecting an exquisite soul,
And then, of her own choosing,
Selecting darkness and obscurity,
Ending her own life,
In a moment of despair,
Rejecting a world,
Full of possibilities,
For merciful oblivion,
No one really knew why,
Gone - but always lingering
On in my memory,
Like a precious moment,
Sweet with nostalgia and love,
Nobility in despair,
Diminishing me by losing her,
Yet, she lives on in my heart,
Till my darkness comes,
- and then blotted out -
Exept for the eternal mind,
Who has recorded her life,
As one of its better moments....

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz