Treasure Island

David Pyrs

(World)

Message In A Bottle


I met you there on highest ground
where even birds can’t reach

Outlived light-switch of Gods and
watched thunder descend upon

I held you there way from the winds
to keep the cold away from you

I lit the torch deep in my heart
for its fire to light your night

I held you there during the dark
to keep evil outside the room

Once separated by thousand miles
your lips were now close to mine

Your skin, that could fool any bee
managed to even deceive me

I throw this now into the sea
for the waves to bring to thee

Just like they have brought you to me.

Forever yours,

Commandante.

Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 10, 2014

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