NEW ::: POETRY Apr. 2015 | Page 54

Welcome the Ocean Sand and people Mixed in one Ocean’s wave Swallows the shore Runs away and Leaves behind Ocean’s treasury to all Tangled seaweeds Different colors Shells’ varieties of shapes Smiles to eyes of people Cheerfulness into a day Cleans from any hurtful troubles Takes away the heavy loads Blesses time with Grains of hot sand Glides the skin With salty wind Splashes droplets Of the ocean Skims the faces With sun rays Sand and people Mixed in one Sand and people Mixed with sand Sand and people Sand with salt Salt is not from tears Inna Dulchevsky Inna Dulchevsky GHOST I run through a long corridor I run through its dim lights bright lights They flicker on my face Light up cat-jade eyes Swim in wheat seas of my hair Pale whisper of tall walls An echo Game of words mind games Silk cloak routs down the spine Slides alone the curve of my sacrum Runs over the cups of my knees Presses against long naked legs Shades of stone are heavy on ankles Let me walk through that door --if the door exists-Because I am here I have been looking for myself Keep the lights on