my treasure map on your skin
-soft stars and dots,
i connect them with my fingers,
and they become constellations.
and your voice, my fingers,
playing a soft melody,
as i drown in you.
a thousand dancers -we watch them,
and i ask them to dance for you,
they swirl and laugh and then
they disappear.
i wait for the music to start before i say my words,
because then, only then,
maybe then they’ll be worth it.
if only i could convince you to stay,
because you make me feel lonely
-suddenly i can hear the soft moan of the sea,
see the waves dance to it’s voice.
and now i ache,
because as time passes,
your song grows weak.
your voice and my song, it’s being swallowed
among all those other ones,
more beautiful than my call to you.
and now that you’re gone, i hear them
those drums of the sea,
the angry clashes that make the storm that brought me to you.
and now i hear it, the sorrowful moans,
beneath the soft songs that all those lovers sang,
that day we fell in love.
based on the song mermaid (by train)
