The Deep

Deep in myself I hear you like a distant sound

Emitted from a secret distant star

Made out of yearning and of sweet desire

Which I would never tire of listening to like gentle ocean surf

Deep in myself you're buried like a hidden treasure

Within a chest filled up with withered comforts

On which I'm keeping ceaselessly my jelous eyes

In glaring embers and in raging ire

Deep in myself you're resting like a heavy stone

That's dragging me into the bottom of a lake

I'm sinking fast but never will I drown

And up above I scry those little cockle boats

They cross the sky with tenderly entangled lovers

Deep in myself