Treasure Island

Gabriela Duricova

(22.5.1984 / Bratislava)

Fayrouz


Your soul is silent but not still
Like storm upon lavender hill
It comes from where wild horses run
To find the place where sleeps the sun

Warm winter nights go darker blue
Just like the peace I find in you
Together we sail heaven's plains
Direction changes, aim remains

Sky's wastelands and your ebony eyes
Lead me where passion multiplies
There we can hear the seahorse sing
And find the price of everything

Sands of time swallow human fate
Sweet juicy flesh is just a bait
For star-dust from the milky way
Tomorrow's memories to repay

'Love knows no border' I've been told...
Just two warm palms heart to uphold,
Eye of the chain that sets you free
When in the swimmer drowns the sea

Submitted: Sunday, July 21, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013

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