Incanto del Mare

Light spills from the mirrored dome,
cascading through a river of glass—
fish frozen mid-dance, corals aflame,
a swirling, weightless world
suspended between water and dream.

The incantation of the sea rises here,
woven in tendrils of sapphire and jade,
where a tangerine-striped fish, mouth agape,
hovers beside a cobalt bubble,
as if whispering the ocean’s oldest spell.

Beneath the coral’s outstretched fire,
the octopus curls in quiet knowing,
shifting between what is seen and unseen,
while the sea turtle drifts without hurry,
its shell a map of forgotten tides.

Above them, the manta ray glides,
dark wings spread like a whispered prayer,
turning as though it has forgotten
the difference between falling
and being held by the unseen.

And I stand beneath it all,
bathed in the shimmer of turquoise and gold,
listening for the hush of water,
the slow, steady thrum of the deep,
the spell of the sea unspooling into light.

Seascape (a one of the largest cruise ships in the Italian MSC fleet)