Ethereal Drift
Reflection
In the depths, two forms unfold,
Like ghostly ballerinas, stories untold.
Their translucent domes, a soft pink hue,
Glisten with each gentle movement anew.
The ocean's rays, a heavenly beam,
Illuminate their ethereal, dreamlike theme.
Their tentacles, a flowing, wavy stream,
As they drift, weightless, in a serene, blue dream.
In this underwater world, they reign supreme,
Masters of grace, in a fluid, aquatic theme.
Their beauty is a balm, a soothing sight,
As they dance, in the soft, blue light.