even though voices be quiet, slumbering in deep-sea trenches one can hear a rumbling thunder merging into the endless skies dancing for joy in a wind of splendour that will keep blowing for evermore crawling through waves, pebbles and seaweed, entwined amongst the sand shades of the unknown with no equation, shells on the wasteland from the floor of the ocean, fathoms of greatness, a place where no man can be the truth of the ocean the open space light out, wanderlust for evermore
restless souls of sailors of days gone-by keep wandering in liquid peace deep in the dark, ploughing the sea, reach out to eternity and none of them will call the beasts other than by their own true name the widow will wait for the sun to come out the ocean will be for evermore ancient monsters, fairy fish will arise from the dawn of time some of them threatened, some extinct, dissolved in mystery shipwrecks and prayers banners of old storms and man for evermore ancient monsters, fairy fish will arise from the dawn of time some of them threatened, some extinct, dissolved in mystery many more will be spared to tell the endless tale of water and man of giving and taking, teaching and learning, of hunters and of prey dancing for joy in a wind of splendour that will be blowing for evermore