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My Child is not alone.
Has found a keeper of his Dreams.
Someone mounted on the Crown,
of the mind settled upon the Heaven’s screen.
There , Sun-Moon matched, coupled in expansion,
over the gates of the intimacy, veiled secrets,
with the appearance of geometric fancies,
Can see the light, but not the Being.
He is naked, conquered, vanished in pride.
The hundred costumes all kept in suitcases,
bricking a fortress of disguises and frenzies.
May he wait for a soul lift,
half a vehicle….half a new womb,
where he can dive into… again…
waiting for a new arrival.. for a new name.
Coral horizon breaking the mist of frozen sun.
Gates opened like the doors of a temple,
where no one can prey nor sing, neither cry.
The keeper holds the looks of the Goddess in delight.
The woman has guarded the essence of his eyes..
innocence, silvery emotions, prevention, isolation…
emanation of silence with strange premonitions…
She is there, hiding behind the stars… coupled,
Queen and King of a need for the Saint Grial.
The Cup of Love…
The Cup of Life…
The Soul tripping along the…
© Copyright Rosa Cobos 2009 . All rights reserved