POEM | Drifting Flowers of the Sea

Across the dunes, in the waning light,

The rising moon pours her amber rays,

Through the slumbrous air of the dim, brown night

The pungent smell of the seaweed strays—

From vast and trackless spaces

Where wind and water meet,

White flowers, that rise from the sleepless deep,

Come drifting to my feet.

They flutter the shore in a drowsy tune,

Unfurl their bloom to the lightlorn sky,

Allow a caress to the rising moon,

Then fall to slumber, and fade, and die.

White flowers, a-bloom on the vagrant deep,

Like dreams of love, rising out of sleep,

You are the songs, I dreamt but never sung,

Pale hopes my thoughts alone have known,

Vain words ne’er uttered, though on the tongue,

That winds to the sibilant seas have blown.

In you, I see the everlasting drift of years

That will endure all sorrows, smiles and tears;

For when the bell of time will ring the doom

To all the follies of the human race,

You still will rise in fugitive bloom

And garland the shores of ruined space.

Tribute to Sadakichi Hartmann

Thank you for reading.

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