Scuba diving

There's nothing deeper than your soul.

It carries all the plots

Of ancient legends,

Classical and modern

Novels,

The brightest set of paintings.

 

It's guarded by four elements.

While in your sleep,

You travel the whole world to find a new

And famous masterpiece.

Then you switch of the light

And fly to foreign lands of pure delight.

 

Behind your eyelids

There's a heavenly museum,

I wish I'd have a glance,

An insight into that

Luxurious and shining place.

 

With painful memories erased,

You wake up early

And you start a day

Full of heroic actions.

 

There's no chance

That we could meet, but if we could,

I'd cross the sky and stop the clouds

And listen to the ways

So that my words

Wre understood.

 

That kind of scuba diving

Reveals your soul,

Mysterious and thriving.