when he awoke the sea shells had already drifted back into the ocean returned by the receding tide
sitting on the cold beach, the mist tickled his nose
a passing sea turtle glanced at him from a few feet in and delved back under the careless waves to sing . . .
the breeze was fresh and clean and spoke of eternal love and happiness behind a dark wave of despair streaming his black hair into the surrounding night
tiny bubbles bursted from the sand at his hands and feet. . . the earth was breathing
a pod of dolphins jetted towards the horizon with tremendous speed, finally ascending into the moon that canvassed the distant horizon
he began to sing a lullaby that whispered throughout the night and carried beneath the waves a story of solitude and pain
he continued this lullaby for hours, motionless and still as the moon and sun are silent
the tide eventually began to come in and the ocean returned,
and there he sat now several, several feet underneath the oceans turbulent surface, tucked away under an empty giant sea snails shell
and they begun to dance
the fish, the whales and stingrays, seahorses and starfishes danced all around him
carrying his lifeless body to the oceans depths where no living person could find him
his outstretched body gently drifted downwards, as if flying, into the dark abyss to reach a lonely place where he could rest in peace at the oceans bottom
while they had taken his body, they had left his song . . .
they left his song to echo throughout the oceans floor, colored with bright corrals and mesmerizing seaweed that sway back and forth, back and forth . . .