Treasure Island

Deniz Atay


The Extant Song


With whom I dive below the sky
In the silver rain like a tranquil cry
Into golden seas - beyond the glow
I hear her eyes singing lullaby.

Like an old man's hand, the wind is slow
And the eyes are less merry than mellow
And the heart is dark, as a pearl so deep
And her silence is as white as snow.

But when she speaks in a pure short sleep
And hums her notes like lovebirds cheep
I find her words between the lines
I see her face in the garden I keep.

In her sadness I see her smiles -
Just watch how night goes by miles -
If beauty is one, hers in the coast -
Where she dreams, my heart there lies.

Submitted: Monday, August 05, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 05, 2013

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