I gaze up at the shimmering lights above me,
Made hazy by this mysterious place.
They're all so close at hand, and yet
Millions and millions of worlds away.
The inky blackness of the landscape,
Is made visible by strange tendrils of light
Streaming from above;
Slowly fading as you venture deeper
And deeper into this dark abyss.
I'm only ever allowed into this magical world
For a brief period of time,
And yet I think that's half the beauty;
I can never quite see everything.
There's always something new to look forward to
With each breath of fresh air filling up your lungs.
The bubbles stream out of my mouth,
Slowly counting down the time until
I have to return to my world above.
~ C. Spies
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