The serene marine life

In the bliss of blues,

exists an undiscovered Zion

motioning by the waves of sangfroid

carrying away the curious curios,

concealing it and revealing bit.

A luminous city of shells

crumbling in the world of unknowns,

golden sparkles of light

glint through tiny cracks,

dancing on the wavering sea bed.

And here’s the arrival

of the shiny wet bodies,

swimming swiftly through the light

nearly invisible to the puny human eyes

a flash of bright color and beauty.

Together they dart, swimming around,

measuring the sea bed in full pleasure;

teasing us with their secret mind messages

and messing the puzzled minds

A poke from right, a flipper to left.

And gently the creatures dull up,

and try to handover the hangover

of childlike hide ‘n’ seek,

their serene marine life

And all of a sudden, they’re gone, the color, the fun.