Susret

                                                                  SUSRET

                                                     Jedan se pogled iskrao kradom
                                                     iz plavog sna sa dna tišine,
                                                     zasjao iskrom, bljesnuo nadom
                                                     i zaživeo usred tmine.

                                                     I poput duge u kišnom danu
                                                     na tren tama poče da plamti
                                                     kad lagan dodir na mome dlanu
                                                     ostavi nešto što se pamti.

                                                     Prebrzo sve su prekrile sene,
                                                     i sjaj u oku, i to lice...
                                                     Ostaše reči nedorečene
                                                     za neke druge pozornice.

                                                     I ništa više. Sve što je bilo
                                                     začas se pokri velom ćutnje.
                                                     Sve sakri plavi san svojim krilom
                                                     i nesta svega osim slutnje.
                                                                       (D.Konstantinović)