O rest assured, our dear Tamar,
To you we are forever near;
So, when your mind shall wander far
In search of truth, you shouldn’t fear.
One doesn’t need to read your palm
Or probe the date to know you’re sweet:
Each storm is followed by a calm,
Each curse negated by a feat.
Though Moonchild you by right remain,
A star shines bright within your soul
Which, in the face of life’s due pain,
Will always be ablaze yet whole.
Jerusalem
25 May 1999