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