Beneath the weeping Sky
Of oldest Deep
Do ancient forces sleep
Flow and ebb
Like wave and surf
Above our distant channel roads
And flowing current ways
Shall the Passing of all our days
To sleep in peace
Unknowing of what wonders lie
Beyond the reach of mind or eye
And beyond the vast and starry sky
"Why did we allow the seas to become so bright?" questioned the Speaker with solemn emphasis.
The Heircon was uncertain whether to respond to this query or if the speaker had simply gone off into one of his moods again. He was prone to such moods and moments of despair when he often wished to remain undisturbed, but there were also times when he would seek to probe the Heircon's mind of answers. In the end the Heircon simply postured that it was best to let the question go.
"Why did we let our oceans become so tame, so mundane", as the Speaker continued on his dialogue the Heircon decide it was best to wait and let his superior finish is ponderings.
"These waters were once