He sails himself across the seven seas
The ocean vast and deep of the unknown
A sonar ‘cross The Indian at ease
Until The Black consumes him all alone

Never too old to dream another dream
Awoken by The Caspian. It rains.
The Adriatic; lucid like his dreams
So clear inside the eye; a hurricane

The Persian’s waves tell him to say his prayers
Where Mediterranean songs do save
A man who feels a spark; as if a flare
A letter from The Red; a path now paved

The Seven Seas as deadly as The Sins
The Wonders of the world we’re living in