Hour III you, me & the sea

The Ocean Rose on like a shell, 

Into the pit, the Pearl fell

through the blues, he sings 

through the Hues, he sails 

The Sound of the depth, whispering 

The sound of overlapping waves on the shore, quivering 

In the very far distance, I saw the Sailor 

The man of the sea 

The prophet of the oceans 

His love gently lifted dawn 

deeply within the waves 

The star reflected has faded 

I drowned in those waters

I asked about thy fate 

I asked about thy way 

Voices of the seaside recite 

“Come along with me sail the Seven Seas with me” 

“You, me and the sea”

The esoteric come in Melody began 

I was no mermaid to make dreams come true

Only a pilgrim of the Woods in search of a soul

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In 2004, historians excavating a small chest recovered from the waters off the coast of Fethiye discovered a collection of personal belongings: loose pearls, fragments of ceremonial jewelry, a seashell pendant, and a weathered bundle of handwritten pages. Among them was the following poem. The identity of its author has never been confirmed. The verses repeatedly reference "the Prophet of the Oceans," though no surviving records confirm whether this title belonged to a historical figure or later folklore.