Ocean Will Be

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
Forevermore.

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
Forevermore.

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
Forevermore.

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
Forevermore.

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
Forevermore.