Dream About Tsiskaridze Poem by Liza Sud

There is no such a landscape on the earth.
But often in my sleep it is repeating:
Outside the window - hills are far beyond,
Above the river dawning, shining, gleaming.

They are reflecting water that is smooth.
The colors of the hills play like a diamond.
I'd take there everyone... I wish I could...
But world offers to me... the views of ground.

And so once I came there in a dream.
The evening was as if in a museum.
And outside the window - the same hills
And mountains like mica freshly gleaming.

One of the rooms was open - in I went:
There Tsiskaridze sat amids the children,
His back to me - but kenned - I'll not forget,
He wrote for me some words on a toy bear:

"Did you have any practice for today? "
I know what's your name - it is Eliza.
And in a square he wrote the letter L,
Turning it over. And the Sky was risen.