Poem Hunter
MN (12/17/33 / Chicago, Illinois)


Poem By Mary Naylor

As the ocean clasps the shore,
As the sun warms the air,
As the rain wets the earth,
As the breeze embraces the trees,
So your loved sustained me.

Now you are gone,
and I weep, and I weep...

Yet, the ocean still clasps the shore,
Yet, the sun still warms the air,
Yet, the rain still wets the earth,
Yet, the breeze still embraces the trees,
And I listen,

as the soft night wind whispers,
'Weep not, my love, for we shall meet again! '

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Comments (4)

Deeply moving, I could really feel this one Thankyou Mary Love duncan X
Beautiful, lyrical grief. It is the sad songs that are best remembered. Excellent.Mary. Warm regards, Sandra
Oh my Mary, this is lovely! ! Magnificent! 10
Mary, wonderful poem... classic in its eloquence. Well done! ! Brian