Buried Treasure
She basks beneath the evening moon,
She listens for the seaside drone;
Murmurous waves, the blue lagoon
Mountains before the sunset's tomb.
The water's claws could bring her home,
The sparkling ripple be her toll;
A thousand ships have passed her own
This island lies a buried soul.
She's naked and exposed at noon
Heart wand'ring down the beach's bone
Ears open to the windy tune
Eyes drawn each comely rose and stone-
Each grain of sand a call from home
Inside a bottle with a scroll
She throws it back, her mem'ries roam
This island lies a buried soul.
Her talisman an ancient rune
She found beneath the biggest stone-
Her good luck charm, a crooked spoon
Left by the last to eat alone.
How many left their lives to stroam?
We left a piece behind our whole
Abandoned friends and families dome
This island lies a buried soul.
My body sinks into the foam
I listen for the crackling coal
High burning embers, find my home
This island lies a buried soul.
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2013
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