The fish in the water hang on for an adventure
Tensioned in the springing abundant oasis
What is it that draws me to that seabed?
The lust sunk in the pebbled oceanic tides
It's sea reeds tangled to then fade in the waves
Such an injustice of longing that blind and rust

Cascaded souls tensed on deep oceanic waters
A mirage of vivid blueness that never ever dwindle
The sun penetrates to stroke its amber dismay light
Half sheen, partial brightness, the view of haunted stars
Transparency of the wicked gloomy titanic collisions
In the very waters where illusions are our known demons