Endless Song

From horizon to the beach

Does the hand of heaven reach

In the wilder winter weather

Of the ocean in the rain

When the daggers of the sun

Burst from out the clouds and run

Colors racing cross the sea

For the dance of the sea is a song

Declared at the edge of the sand

And the spray is as crystal in sunlight

Now the surf is a driven enchantment

And  the wind is a wondrous thing

It speaks of the winters

As well as the springs

It heralds the summers

Of autumns it sings

In the winter of waves breaking    

freely

Is the song of the souls of the dead

And the sky is a painting in sumi

And the drumming of waves is a dirge

Till on the waves at day’s repose

The sun doth case a perfect rose

And the sky is incandescent

As it flames away to night

By Charles Valle

From: United States