dedicated to Yasuo Takamatsu , and his wife Yuko, and their son and daughter,
victims of 2011 Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami.

source: 

Diving into the world of the dead - BBC News

I Want to Go Home (2017 film) - Wikipedia

https://www.nishinippon.co.jp/item/o/707891/

(also almost made a mistake by not mentioning his daughter, as I composed my poem with only a faint recollection of the story I read years ago on the internet.)
Good man, may he find his daughter too…)

…………….

the man who has leant to scuba dive,
to search at the bottom of the dark-marine ocean,
the body of her perished wife.
This man, although admittedly to the society,
he is less than the ideal of living mortal, for men must move on.
but in my fancy I could see in his visage,
An hero, and his ideal greater than those petty demi-gods know
An hero, as always, to foolish and jealous desires abandon themselves
knowing fully the futility, yet against the grave burden of the entire
oppressive mortal earth.
to that deep dark abyss dive…
less than worldly mortal (de beau-monde), but more than all the divine (de monde).
Hero, demi-monde.
not for truth or everlasting things… but that dream,
of long dead love's phantom to be reunited in embrace, in bubbly dissolution
of all the sad colours and shapes that denied their love, here on the earth,
a wall of sleep made of all the
sad colours and shapes of sapce and time.
the all-denying evil of the lightless land and the self-blinded ocean.
and ever careless and aloof empty sky.
yet less than mortal, though more than divine, as in epic of lowly half-earth, or
transcending, bravely expedite, the superhuman Hippeis of the ocean,
let the ocean bless.
Send ye a dark and swift sea-current, a naga-serpent in place of horse
faster than the white speeding steed of land! faster than that advancing light!
till thou wish wouldst bend the shape of time…still more celerity! Go!
Man! Go! to that second before the eternity where she needs must have parted…
the second ye may never return to…regretting…but regret not now.
Go! in futility and folly, proudly go! against All and every enduring second!
LET US DUMBFOUND, OR SLAY TIME AND SPACE.
LEAVE IT BEHIND,
AND REACH THAT PAST PURPLE-TWILIGHT HOUR*1 WE MUST
ETERNALLY RETURN TO! THE TIME AND PLACE RESPELENDENT
WE PROMISED TO RETURN TO, REUNITING, WHERE SHE IS RIGHT THERE!

so ye may go faster….speeding downwards for
 the rainbow-hued union with your eternal phantom of long-departed helpmeet,
though as age eats away thy rosy shapeliness in flesh
and leach away the white vivaciousness of the bones…
growing paler and more insubstantial.
finally as all-dissolving undying ghost thou mayst return to her,
who was waiting under the waves,
for the rainbow-hued union whereas eternal iridescent bubble and foam,
forevermore dissolve, then growing lighter…
emerging from the waves,
yet still soaring upwards
till ye may never to return from that black and joyful oblivion above us.
the eternal and unfathomable cosmos.

a decade, fleeing by
but what has the eternity before him in fear of?
such passage of time is but a moment, when the solemn and august eternity, immovably catches his wish…
the wish of a man who would for rainbow,
dive like a fish.

…


 

*1 マジックアワー (写真) - Wikipedia
Golden hour (photography) - Wikipedia