Poems by Themis

The Waters

In the pools of being

When the angel stirs,

Murmur the healing

 fashioners.

Dark hearts of water

In the palsied night

Await quick fingers

 plucking light.

Dream of the spirit

In the body of things,

Transmuting quietly

beggars to kings.

Storm of the mad gods

To anger stirred,

Tossing from the darkness

one white word.

O clean still waters,

O rippling blood,

White flowers are springing

from the mud.

O leaping waters,

O laughing sea,

Bright rings of stillness

clasp your plea.

O angel of healing

In the nights of trance,

 Come trouble the waters

to a dance.

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