Undercover Memories Dwelling Underwater.

This thing that's embedded deep underwater, 

We gauge it, excavate it, extract it, 

Every artifact whispers its past mysteries, 

Every page tides up the floating memories,

Surfing upon it, crystal eyes, wavy heart,

Diving deep-in, not anticipating the depth, 

As the rocky dead-end nears, we pull back

From the water, to the arid plain reality,

Dropping it all back within and propelling it

Safe and sound underwater, for days like these, 

Another craving might lure us back underwater, 

On another “down the memory lane day” -

To bring back a smile, shed another tear again

Into the sea, the secret keeper, the beholder. 

We’ll embrace it yet again, live another us-day again,

But inhibit spilling the worms, not letting another fish know

Of our undercover memories dwelling deep down underwater.