About
I have got you into my lenses
You… walkers of the light´s pathways.
I have stopped my breathing…
for I need the air to get high…
light as a feather…
fibrous as the eagel´s wings…
and then…
my brain gets shocked.
An instant of blindness…
of not knowing the direction of my soul
Of entering into a tunnel of mishapes.
Where are you?
Whenever I am trying to penetrate
the image you show me..
i just see my forms mirrored…
on an undending display of mirrors…
as in a fair… mutted reflections.
Repeated gestures…
similar behaviours.
A morphing dance of individuals…
that does no give time…
to feel,
the individuality.
Oh… I see…
you are trapped… as I am.
We all… share the same light.
Water, glass, metals gold and silver, eyes..
all the same for your needed soul to reflect.
Somehow… I think… or feel…
us…
as…
a procession of living antorchs,
illuminating each other´s hearts.
Rosa Cobos