Jelena Adamović Šaula
Wish
Please break the water
fish for me, Ocean.
Break the sky clean.
Again I might emerge
in opal’s eye,
in skin of an orange.
Prease be still one night.
Ride with the moon,
be still and dissolve distance.
Again I might emerge:
drop of an atmosphere’s dew,
may eco me on trip of life.
At Sunset Hour
Wrapped around evening
day in its last desire
colors burning
in sun’s garden
over whole Earth,
place to place...
Silence overpowering dusk
breeze bravely escaping distance
to meet with stars
bed of diamonds
in which cosmos sleeps,
forever calm.
Moonlight Fantasy
Night falls,
doorstep turns
into moonlight rug.
Open the door.
Step into silver
of midnight hour,
on wings of silence
with aura of weightlessness
between dream and wake.
Bat ton’t avake.
Glide ever so serene
toward stars and Moon.
Soul leading ahead
through cosmic wasteland spread
(travelinng 1 st class).
You and Angel,
or some star,
gliding ahead.
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