At the bottom of the sea
Just the ocean, you and me
Seafoam forest overhead
Stream is warm but are we dead?
Eerie glow moving slowly
Around your face and hair
Swaying quietly when the wind is missed
Are you a ghost or just not there?
Words in liquid memory
Far too dark for him to see
He longs but alone it seems
She doesn’t even know he means
To love her madly at the bottom of the sea
Mariana Arc was her name when she was pretty
When she was living beneath the city
All those long eons before
But she’s hot and moves some more
Deeper beneath me and the sea
You can’t sense her movement
Her grace and beauty hypnotize
She moves from green to blue before my eyes
Deeper still and more alone
She dances still, but is it with me?
In perfect rhyme and symphony
At the bottom of the sea