Temple of the Golden Dome

Last night,
With cold and winter
In my heart,
And slush under my feet,
I suddenly closed my eyes,
To see a sky and sea
Of indigo blue,
Blending into the kaleidoscope
Of palm trees and gardens,
Warm fragrance of the Mediterranean,
White buildings reflecting the sun,
The sounds of the ancient songs
Of my people all around me,
A luxurious euphoria overtaking me,
While the golden Bahai dome of Haifa
Beckons me, beckons me...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz