Poems by Themis

On the Pathway

Across the fields of twilit grasses, you have

come to share my dream,

O brother of the haunting echoes, soon our souls

will be a gleam

Out-flung upon the blue-grey spaces, cleansed

within the cooling mist,

And shining white with pureness we shall move

towards the promised Tryst...

The shades of evening stir and gather, quiet in

the templed woods,

Where Peace dwells, a silent saint, and ever

on their beauty broods;

We walk within the dark green chambers, seeking

for the altar-throne,

Through miles and miles of branch-built aisles,

that keep their secret cold and lone.

The paths are filled with age and dimness,

memories of hopes long dead,

Of those that came down by these pathways, proud

in purple pomp and red;

Who shook the spring-leaves, clipped the branches,

made themselves a new wise road,

And wandered lost amid the windings, ere they

found the God's abode.

Cold sighs float by us, pale-lit ghost-shapes,

creeping down the powered dark,

Till there we kneel, two dreaming children,

praying for the fire-spark...

The sad old tree-hearts burst apart, a million

sorrows brush the wind,

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And slowly, down the long white pathway, comes

the One who never sinned.

Our eyes grow rich with crowded beauty as He

takes us by the hand,

And now we have met Him, touched Him, brother,

 He's not hard to understand.

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