Mary Dear

I long to curse this shadowed day,
That sets your sea blue eyes ablaze,
Even though poets do proclaim,
No love be lost, but love delayed,

For when your vital smile returns,
The same wayfaring soul shall burn,
Its heart astride your heart, brave, firm,
Resuming its rhythm, march, term,

Weather you this storming course clear,
Keep us, your loyal deckhands, near,
Your sails shall swell anew with cheer,
Our love be your love, Mary Dear.