Poems by Themis

No Word

Across the unmeaning spaces, clean-built by

Custom's hand,

Whose laws we all abide by, although we understand

Their tricks to keep us lonely, their traps to snare our joys,

— Across those empty spaces cries forth the spirit-voice.

Against the light our hearts are pure, yet shadows of

their sin

Are over our words, ambiguous words, that hurt the

thought within;

And so they try to break our truth, to hold our

faiths apart,

To crush the music from our soul, the sweetness from

our heart.

But we shall still keep all things bright, be

silence's votaries,

Ours shall be the dumb stars' song, the hush of

timeless seas,

And no word move between our souls lest falseness

yet increase,

No word to stain the voiceless depths of purity and peace.

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