The happy dead are in its voice, majestic poet! Might I be as full of song. Melodies of seafarers past haunt each true and measured step.
Lilting, ever-lifting; an offering from the weary mariner to Neptune’s ear. Accompanied in breath and beat repeats the symphonic sound of a lunar baton. Maestro of the night, unwavering. Building to crescendo, euphonious. Tympani, cacophonous crash; an introduction to the score so written. And hidden within languishes water’s rhythmic cadence, lyrical expressions of heart and soul, left to wash away traces of the moment. Never ending refrain, sing again!
crash of waves resound
long after sun seeks her rest
water quells her thirst
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017
**Inspired by “On Seeing A Train Start For the Seaside” by English poet, Norman Rowland Gale
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
The never ending sound of the waves can be haunting. I liked the second line of the haiku that it continues even after the sun sets.
Love the music that comes from water… water is a symphony
A haunting haibun, Walter, with the happy dead in its voice. I could almost hear the ‘melodies of seafarers past’ crescendo in the wonderful haiku..
I read your haiku several times….perhaps like the waves coming to shore, over and over. I think I was in the rhythm.
Love that image of the water quenching the setting sun’s thirst. Nice!
Water cooling the thirst of all that solar noise — nice.
This is magnificently written!
A majestic write, Walt.
I love, “And hidden within languishes water’s rhythmic cadence, lyrical expressions of heart and soul, left to wash away traces of the moment.”
A truly haunting and excellent write Walt!