Patience, Patience the voice resounded in his head.

He was not sure whether the voice was his own or not.

Slowly, Slowly the voice pierced through his ears.

Yet he was the only one that could even hear.

Calm, Calm this repetitive narrator went on.

He gently cut his way into the waves his spirit ready, his body gone.

Rise,Rise the voice beckoned.

His feet leave the waves was he weightless even just for a second?

Open! Open! The voice has spoken! His heart beats steady, soothed and ready.

Alas, Alas the voice mourned. The feeling leaves him, yet he remains warm.