Ostrova

She conjures blue
  skies, oceans,
         cornflowers,
   amethysts

  a white crane
      dots the water
        sending dreams
      to bending reeds

        A bird so beautiful
it makes you cry
   when you think of it
       gone away

  her gift is that dream
     that makes you grab
the handrail
  to keep from falling

       ( hold your breath,
           have you  ever
                 heard her make
                    a sound
                          ?)