We Shall Stroll No More Poem by Nero CaroZiv

We shall stroll no more
On pebbled white elongated shores
Or go wandering on dunes so late
Into the meadows by the night of date
Though the heart be still as loving as ever
Yet in aching pains in tears in sighs in quivers
And the moon be still as bright
Yet an orphaned and out of sight


Time wears out things and the sword outwears its sheath
And love outwears my tortured soul in my empty breast
The heart must pause now and catch a breath
And love itself seeks but soothing rest.

By night we no longer linger on a lea or on a lawn
For an underfoot of herb that was dry
And genial warmth, hovering over the sky
The silver haze of late summer night drawn



Though it was a night of our supreme delight
As pure as holy as perfect as a pray
The very source and fount of beams and rays
It dashed with stern isles of blight

Though the night is made for loving
And the day returned upon us too soon
We will go no more roving
By the light of the pert and nimble moon

Twisting, waving, dancing shadows roam the desolated sands
vague sceneries of ghosts and voices of past time;
Disconnected frames in fading memory past their prime
Touch them; feel them extend your hands

Yet in vain, at the solitary beach no one stands
Just the silence of echoing dunes and howling winds leading
The foaming waves to their final end.
And the air, water and sand sigh pleading


The soft sauntered through the velvet dunes along the beach
Where the scudding waves strife as far as they can reach



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