Sailors Lament Poem by Dewi Meade

Wen the soft sea breeze flows, my voce will sound
When soft the rain falls my tears will cry
When shadows dance upon spring tides
You will know I am here - I did not die.

When ships sail with the morning tide
And gulls fish near our sun kissed shore
When the air falls warm with summer breeze
You will know I am with you - forevermore!

When the sky is yellow with the setting sun
and white horses gallop upon the noon ebb flow
When you hear the sea whisper our names against sand
You will hear my voice an feel our spirits grow.

So now, my love, come rest upon rocky sands
Feel the sea breeze caress thy sullen mind
Then will you hear my voice and watch me hide
Upon the noon, upon the sea, upon the tide.