One night upon the stormy waters,
John the sailor lost his hearing
But the sea and the sky,
Indifferent as ever,
Continued humming and screaming.

Before his eyes waves came and went
Just like the days of his youth,
Seen only through the lightning
And faded glow of the lanterns,
Never destined to sooth.

Unable to hear the shouts of his captain
He felt lost; in his nose only salt and sea
With their notion of deaf eternity.
A piece of mankind’s suffering shone from his eye
While his hands, stretched onwards, perplexed,
Were desperately trying to grab the invisible sky.

At that moment a memory came to John,
From the depths of human unconscious,
Of a drowned Phoenician sailor who resides
In every man who hath passeth the seas,
Of the end of the lengthy voyage,
Of the leaves of grass and of the breeze.

Burried by the ocean or burried by the soil,
Matters not to those who seek eternal life
But more often they end in the stony places
Where only dark and ghastly things form -
Considering this, he regained control of his spirit
Prepared once again to conquer the storm.