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If my eyes would not be blind,
I would tear the clouds away.
With words mighty as thunder,
hissing perfumed ivory.
If the Sun would not be eslaved
reason would melt away my fears.
If the skin would not press down my heart ,
I would dance the The Seven Veils for you.
Roll …roll…passed the Halls of Poetry.
Roll…roll…around the Earth you roll…
in my dreams the Master is Slave,
and the ground is turned into stars dead.
In my dreams, Silence is a pinion,
around the axis of my empty brain,
In my dreams Chaos is Order,
out of disarrangement…out of any pace.
And the millions of cells returning,
to the darkness of a birthing,
where a crying is a breathing rytthm,
a laughing is a an earthquake
and a tear is some sliding sighing,
touched by the dew of my sensing.
© Copyright Rosa Cobos 2013 – All rights reserved
This image has been entirely done with my own stock photographs all blended and composed with Photoshop.