Poems by Themis

When Dreams Unfold...

When the long folded dreams unfold,

We know and love before we meet:

Because earth's shores are dark burnt gold

I have met You at the sunset feet;

White waters running from the wake

Of rising suns in endless stream,

I have drunk, and known your pureness slake

Me to the breaking of the dream...

Upon dark leaves each night is laid

The tender clearness of the dew;

When morning splendour, unafraid,

Takes it, then I'll be meeting You.

Love, just because your Beauty runs

Wild over muddy wastes and sands,

I press the glory of your suns

So close with eager burning hands.

And see, because the twilight's filled

With wing and song of homing birds,

My frightened sin shall yet be stilled

And find its shelter in your words.

So from my folded sleep unflake

Your lovelinesses, pleat by pleat;

O You who did the folding, break

In beauty through me, till we meet.

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