Treasure Island

Edwin Cordero


Here Is


Light flickers upon the tank;
It explodes, vision is sank
Below the surface glass.

A beauty figure, of rank—
Wonderful woman, I think;
Here is life's utmost lass.

No, it's a crystal drink,
In joy of life it basks:
Here is the end of fast.

Wait, but it's fate in mask.
I see the sand land, lack;
Here is Grave's hour-glass.

Submitted: Sunday, August 04, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013
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