Magic memories, Sweet, of you Who swam with me in oceans, blue. Swam in deep green grottos warm Where minnows, brightly painted, swarmed. We plunged down, deep, to coral beds To sway with tidal seaweed, red And conger eels’ ferocious teethed Now bared… then recoiled back to reef. Squads of barracuda dashed Around us, close, in silver flash, Threatening with long gnashing teeth Invoking stone cold fear, bequeathed. Yet hovering, in deep crystal clear Enraptured and entranced, endeared, As giant kelp in columns, swayed And stingrays in battalions, played. Long grey shark then menaced bye Ogling us with plate sized eye. Time, I thought, to swim for shore Where hot white sands… enticed us more.