Treasure Island

Zhulduz Baizakova

(Almaty, Kazakhstan)

Dark Sapphire


Dark sapphire
in the eye
of a Dreamer
lightens
the last Mohican's
path...

The hero
failed his
own suicide,
thus,
the late night
escape
in the middle of blizzard...

The scouts of the Moon
break the corners
of craters
and hurry
to deliver
the water
of the Universe
streaming down
the Carpathian Mountains
all the way
to the same
sapphire style
shores
where
the sleeping whales
reveal
their black eyelids
full of silverish
deep sea
confessions...

In the jaws
of the forthcoming day
under canopy
made
from the particles
of the afternoon dream
one can find
contemplative
myself...

Submitted: Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013
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