The Fountain

Its sparkling pearls are thoughts,
finally freed
from the cage of surviving,
wishes climbing to heaven
with clear determination,
dancing cobras, mesmerising,
children laughing,
I can nearly hear their voices,
if I strain my ear
as we stand and watch,
lost in each other’s minds,
while darkness throws over us
her maroon coat
unnoticeably, with great care
Light caresses the cascades,
with blues, turquoise and rose,
their shadows play hide and seek
on your face,
peaceful
as our smiles eventually meet
and fingers lock

Sybille(Sydney)Krivenko 2007