SONG OF THE SEA

BY RAINER MARIA RILKE

Timeless sea breezes,

sea-wind of the night:

you come for no one;

if someone should wake,

he must be prepared

how to survive you.

Timeless sea breezes,

that for eons have

blown ancient rocks,

you are the purest space

coming from afar…

Oh, how a fruit-bearing

fig tree feels your coming

high up in the moonlight.

Some poems do not have to make a lot of sense, but yet can be just as beautiful as sitting under the moonlight with an elf. Did you know they glow in the dark? 

Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.