Empty Sea

I hate pressure,

I dislike bounds, 

But I do not reject the deep ocean.

Bits and pieces of moonlight,

Leaping on the sea level;

With sea breeze and palm leaves. 

That was the first time I saw a glowing manta. 

Away from the sandy beach, 

Hair dancing in the night,

On a speeding yacht.

There is nothing else I can see,

Apart from the frogman and me.

We decided not to wait,

So, just counted to three.

I felt sore in my nose,

I believed he did as well.

It was dark indeed,

That’s how indigo went transparent.