Where Do The Children Play?

I get lost in his silence's lighting.... more

by Rosa Cobos

Title

Where Do The Children Play?

Artist

Rosa Cobos

Medium

Digital Art - Photography&digital Art

Description

I get lost in his silence's lighting.
Mute windmills without a breathing.
I am watch the Fool kidnapped,
running before wild horses,
playing with hungry dogs,
flying with paper doves,
being burnt like moths,
under dusty suns.

Songs of the mermaids lullabies,
sleeping behind murmuring clouds,
deep and warm�black is She,
the poetess of dreams,
the horizon where, my thoughts
may fall into a deeper abyss.
Playfull is the music that they play,
fingers dancing upon the earth,
a mosaic of filagree and shadows.
Apparently , the are going along,
laughing with the patterns,
created by simplicity,
animated by their souls.

I feel sad,
not without a sweetness..
I feel uprooted�.
not without feet to grow in,
I feel alone�.
not without a world in my heart,
running free like a drop,
ready to loose the grip,
from the border..trembling border,
of a blooming rose.
Rosa

This poem is subjected to @ Copyright Rosa Cobos . 2012 - All rights reserved

Uploaded

July 12th, 2012