TAKE ME UNDER
Diving is very much like entering a book. You step in with anticipation, descend into mystery, follow the flow in search for hidden treasures, discover twists and surprises, and emerge breathless yet renewed. And like most great stories, it's best when shared with friends.
We slip below — the ocean folds us in,
A hush of blue, the quiet under skin.
Its voice calls out, inviting us to see
The hidden world beneath, enchanted sea.
On the ocean floor, where secrets lie,
It breathes, mesmerizing hues, soft corals dye.
Some rise like guardians, silent, ancient eyes,
Their bodies carved, beneath a thousand skies.
We float like thought — suspended, slow, and free,
No weight, no edge, just endless room to be.
Then deeper still, the reef begins to shift,
The light grows dim, the currents start to lift.
The hunters rise from shadows, calm and clear,
From whitetips to blacktips, pale ghosts appear,
While mantas glide like whispers through the blue,
And silver storms of barracudas, too.
Look closer now — the deep reveals its signs,
With cloaks that twist and dance in vivid rhymes.
Each one a spell, in colors bright and strange,
A secret world, where dreams and shapes arrange.
The shrimps parade in armors, shells, and spines,
With claws and curls and absurd painted lines.
Crabs made of gold, velvet glass, flaming hair,
So small, beware, you might just miss them there.
Each dive we glide free past Kakaban's walls,
Maratua's reef, Sangalaki's halls.
Ten days dissolve, an hour fades too soon,
And songs of Derawan still Fly Me To The Moon.
We rise at last, the surface drawing near,
The light returns, the fading blue still clear.
One final glance before we break the line,
Leave the sea behind, and those words of mine.
We left a piece of all we love below,
In silent depths where only dreamers go.
A deep breath of freedom and friendships true,
A fleeting world that felt like home — and true.