True story of my only scuba accident.

Moorea green and lush rises from a crystal sea
Reaching toward the heavens
White clouds enshroud its peaks

Far below, the smiling faces on loving people of the sun
are littered with the traces
of the outside world they shun

Bora Bora, Rangiroa, float in turquoise blue
While Tahiti shows the scars of men
like a vanishing tattoo

Captain Bligh despised her To her he lost his crew
Gaugin lived in her rapture, And started life anew

It was there I nearly lost my life when I dove beneath her waves
I struggled to the surface
when my dive equipment failed

With eyes as red as Satans blood no pain did I feel
Not knowing just how bad it was
it all seemed so surreal

I was grounded for some time Not safe to fly with injured eyes
For thirty days I lived in bliss
while trapped in paradise

Edwin Dante Larson

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