Thursday, October 4, 2012

Through the Bars of my Cage

Frequently Asked Love (The Cage)
Felicien Rops
by Ingrid Prohaska

Viewing the world through the bars of my cage
Starving, and longing for freedom in life
Paying attention that the bars don’t get denser
till the moment
I get rid of my costume and lay down my mask

Easily I slip through the bars in a harmony
My dreams like the sun are warming my soul
Lightly I dance through the fields of my wishes
to a place which I simply call paradise

Friends are waiting here for me
using the origin language
and all words are forgotten
to express how I feel

Copyright © 2012 Ingrid Prohaska