Best Poems Written by Tatjana Zivkovic

Dreaming Skills

Trembling memories the dream passes by me.
His complexion is a ray of moonlight
and Venus spark.
My gaze turns to the rain cloud
and I thirst for water.
Let the salts be released through me.
I write salty words and my thoughts are salty.
I get rid of easy crazy noise.

The dream passes by me,
already living my time.
He has to dance waltz, ballet - pirouettes are his skills.
The black swan becomes a step without error -
he knows when to stop and close the door.
Creating a charge of anticipation, that is his task.

Do not listen to him as he speaks with a reflection in the water.
Don't listen to him as he withers about freedom.
You created him and he will not give you,
everyone must understand his own shadow.

Copyright © Tatjana Zivkovic | Year Posted 2021