Der Traum Von Der Blauen Blume Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

He'd walked to
all the corners of the globe,
in search of it,
a flower, blue
superior to
the Alpine Edelweiss.

Dressed in his khaki suit
he left no stone unturned,
no tuft of grass
escaped his prying eyes.
The laughing stock
of all the guys
to be obsessed
and driven by his need
to find a godforsaken weed.

Once, in the snow,
he'd laid his frozen eyes
onto a young and growing thing,
her fragrance pleased
and she would be
a flower in the Spring.

Exotic plants are quite devoid
of voice, they may not speak.
She heard his words
and saw he was in awe,
by what he saw.
She could do nought
and let him go away,
there was no need for him
he did not stay.

She knew of course,
and wished she could have said
that here his search could end,
she watched him wander off
and raised her pretty head
to see him round the bend
and to forget, just for the time.

The world went round and round,
the same routine was always seen.
One day there was a tremor underground
and she, now grown, so velveteen
set off to see all corners of the globe.

He did remember her, the fragrance fine
the rainbow hues, especially the blues.
But only when she smiled did he believe
that she'd brought Christmas and,
as well his New Year's Eve.