• Peaches and cream,
    pistols, a scream.
    What lays beneath the sea?
    glittery scales
    off black velvet fish,
    or stones of grey,
    souls with a last wish.
    The stars and stripes of battles lost,
    the vessels long since forgotten.
    Wooden bits,
    rusted metal,
    treasures beyond our fathum.
    Who am I,
    to judge the sea,
    and see it through my eyes?
    Who am I,
    to wonder,
    oh wonder,
    what lays beneath the sea?