"Humming of the seven seas"
"A piece of myself was left on every shore of the seven seas." .... Thus my soul yearned ...... "Take me back to each one of the seven seas ..... there we will meet my seven old selves."
I raised myself from a long slumber I can't reckon how long it lasted .... may be a year .... may be a week ..... the first sea was silent yet anxious and full of ungainly silent cries .... as if it knows nothing about waiting.
"Gallow me now or let me call haste ..... I know something must be waiting on another shore ..... ominous be it or gracious ...... or be it another Plutonian shore ...... let Hades walk me through it if this shall be what you are hiding from me." ..... Thus murmured the first sea.
I walked along with my soul to the shore of the second sea ...... contemplative it was ..... an empty soul with something lost or unknown ..... some seeker or beholder lost inside.
"Bestow upon me the mundane and the magic and let me through." ..... Thus murmured the second sea.
We were thus washed out to the third sea ..... confused .... it seems to have swallowed more than it can comprehend ..... yet it had a greedy soul.
"As the heaven that lies above both of us gives this sea though it knows it has plenty ..... my hunger shall not know satisfaction."
And thus we left to the fourth sea .... it was worn out .... lunatic ..... with endless tides .... as if the moon was touching its surface all the time ..... no sun shines upon it ... sullen and scary.
"I reach out ..... I reached out for many years ...... The last hand I sought pushed me back to the cave ..... They want the same man who stood once with confused eyes before the shore ...... But a man who saw it all will never be the same again."
We followed the footsteps to the fifth sea ..... it was desperate ..... deaf and blind.
"I was swinging between beast and man ...... and thus I became a madman ..... and thus I have been outwitted by the dimwitted ...... and thus ..... I sheltered in the cave"
The sixth sea was a cryptic portrait ..... the shore felt like an exile and it was hardly understood by us.
"Lord ..... For I am the creation, let me be the lord where I am .... Let me create my language ..... my prophecies ..... my miracles and messiahs ...... let me be."
By the time we reached the seven seas we heard noises ...... only noises ..... and a man was washed ashore ..... lifeless.
"The seas are not so pleasant ...." I said to my soul.
"So were you when you left your cries on their shores and they kept echoing in my ears ...... the humming of the seven seas are not but the prayers left by your seven souls from the day you met the shore till the day you left it for good."
