Treasure Island

Jeremy Cahoon

(July 17 1994 / Victoria, BC, Canada)

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I am a broken soul who's strings can't sing
I am the humming-bird who's wings won't bring
I am the tired boy who dreamed of God
I am the deadened man who's eyes are dim
I am the joy of life who's days grow thin

Upon the rocks I threw the world
Under the moon the sky unfurled
Beneath the sea the darkness spoke
Inside my heart a sadness woke
The birth of love did shake with grief
As a silent angel the unknown thief
Stole my sun and cast out my way
Betook my hope and felled the day
No more the ocean to stay the fall
No more a sanctuary to catch us all

The vast expanse gone they say
With the music that I did play
The words are all that's left to me
To remember your face in the sea
To rise above the hollow halls
To kingdoms where love still calls
I pray to meet you there someday
I'll find you there somehow someway
In a final trance I met your gaze
In the last moment I escaped the haze
But nothing was reflected in the deep
Nothing left for me to keep
A broken heart is what they say
A broken soul what I saw that day
The hole of us was swept away
Forgotten journeys gone astray
For all was grey in us that day
All is grey to me this day
In sleep I flee and dreams I roam
For the one I love
In a place called home

Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

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