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.
