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
Deep in myself
Within a chest filled up with withered comforts
On which I'm keeping ceaselessly my jealous eyes
In glaring embers and in raging ire

Deep in myself
You're resting like a heavy stone
Deep in myself
That's dragging me into the bottom of a lake
I'm sinking fast but I will never drown
And up above me
I scry those little cockle boats
I cross the sky with tenderly entangled lovers

Deep in myself
Deep in myself
Deep in myself
Deep in myself
You're buried like a hidden treasure
Deep in myself
Deep in myself
Deep in myself
Deep in myself