As I Swear By The Rain Poem by Mary Wismer

When life becomes a sea of pain.
And in every moment of agony,
I need you with me all through the way.
And every longing as coursed as mortal

It is a curse as when cruised
As fight by instinct for each breath.
I need you with me to guide me
As when reveled the truth by the night

pain yet not wrung from those who wait
by the fear and hope both on hill top
the grief or joy as when curved of their clear fate.
Even if I rave as I swear to the rainbow by the rain

You watch me helpless from the shore
Sailing thus, though loved, alone being in void
As I endure again, again the thrust of pang
I need you with me to embrace my dream

Some day, perhaps, my heart repose
As when poised yet by the impatience,
When the passion being smooched by the state.
As pain cannot be wrung from those who wait
By the fear and hope both when untamed