The Diver's Ballad

In the depths of restless tide,
where whispers dance like dreams astride,
lies a maze, not of hedges,
but of currents and whispers, unpromised shores.

Did you hear the echoes of sobbing coral?
A song of a fish, adrift in endless pale blue,
haunting a rhythm no diver knew.
The rhythms call, and call, they drown the dawn.