Seashell

Sea Is full of majesty Person picks up seashell from the sea To listen to ballad of the sea The duns are covered by sea holy The seashell song is of destiny It unveils the soul of the sea And persons own soul aches listening to its beauty Above the sea sunset seems to set heavens a blaze The almost surreal abstract beauty of it will amaze Yet very real is the visage beyond this misty haze With violet orange and gold colors that spirit will daze The seashell sings of various things About albatross that spreads its huge wings About hidden treasure of golden and diamond rings And about glory of distant stars it sings One of the ballads is of evolution and imagination that need no reference point From any reference point And ever growing temporal vortex of what is imagination from that high point And how the soul to this sublime majesty is conjoint The soul is like the seed that toward it yearns The seashell is like a lens that shows its patterns It guides the soul like on sea ships are guided by lanterns And through the seashell of its existence the spirit learns The sun illuminates the dune By the sea lagoon It reminds the person that to ballad of the shell is in tune That what it sings about is far beyond the dark side of the moon