Poems by Themis

Adwaita

Who touched me? Shapes of music whisper

Of lonely memories which pass

Across the spirit's stillness, murmuring

 "All flesh is grass".

Who touched me? Shapes of music answer;

 "A wandering world-lost melody

Passed out into the wild night, saying,

'My soul is free'."

Where music spun its strange, fine soul-webs,

Turning each thought to song of dew,

Who touched me in the darkness, saying,

"But who are you?"

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