When divers press too far into that world of underwater light - as never seen -
Translucent hands will beckon, fingers curled, and seaweed's tentacles
Embrace with green that subtly coils in ever tightening grip,
Music of sirens singing in their ears of treasure glinting from a sunken ship,
Spilling from rusty coffers lost for years. Then in that perilous
Moment they must choose between reality and dream, when they may yield to
Bright allurement there and lose all memory of sky, or turn away.
There will be some with secrets wise to keep who came too close to rapture of the deep.
