Dark Murky Waters Poem by Liyo Denorte

I shiver with a slightest breeze,
I hesitate to dip in but the sea is too inviting to resist.
I dock into the water level to keep me warm with its placidity,
pull the found banka to a mystery lush of mangroves.
a sea nymph, guiding us to a secret place.
we get into the thicket of mangroves
until we reach a clearing.

it's like an oval track only that it’s surrounded with trees
rooted into the dark waters.. It’s eerie and marvellous
spooky and beautiful
conquest and revolutionary
a mythical book of Tolkien.
we reach the epicentre and saw the shy moon
uncloak herself at last.
she is our main audience
as we swam into the warm-
dimly lighted yet sparkling water.

then we continue to wade through unknown territories,
stepping our feet into slithering roots and muddy sands.
our sea nymph guide,
tied the rope around a flimsy branch
and we try to hide our identity from the guarding trees.

from its roots, there dwell invisible organisms.
we could only see them once we try to wave our hands
underwater and see neon lights illuminated through the dark.
I know this is real.
my fascination swallowed the moon.
I can't contain myself on seeing those tiny lights
filtered by liquid matter
to the extent I plunge into the dark water,
opening my eyes to see those neon lights
crash into my face-what a sight!
even though I feel my eyes searing with pain.
Defying my bodily instincts,
I keep on looking on those neon lights
as I forget how to breath until
My lungs were filled with murky waters.