Tzukiem - Israel     February 1993

                                 Silver Wedding 

                          You planted four magical seeds

                          Succumbed to each of our needs

                          Kindled in our hearts a light

                          Guided us through day and night.

                          Chose our destination in the place of birth

                          Giving passion in our souls for our mother-earth.

                          Protecting us with sun-creamed faces

                          Under the blistering sun of mixed races.

                          Opened our ears to the fish eagle's cry

                          Never filtrated our dreams - you let us fly

                          Granted us an education so unique

                          Full understanding of which we still seek.

                          The lexicon the seventh member at the table

                          Showing us that all materialism bears a label.

                          And wherever in the world, under rain or sun

                          With love and strength I carry your name, Riemann.