Einamer

"Einamer! Einamer!"
The wind is blowing cold
Zephyr is on whisper...
My friend...my friend...I'm old.

"Einamer! Einamer!"
A man is shouting loud.
He, but ne'er appears; here --
A man is now in shroud.

His life is a traverse.
"Einamer! Einamer!"
His voice is a rehearse.
Shout, repeat, "Einamer!"

"Einamer! Einamer!"
Your love, your care -- farewell.
Speak not, nor loud nor clear,
A toll, a bell, a knell.

Tell me you love me when
I'm dead in casket bare.
So I can feel no pain,
"Einamer... Einamer..."
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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