Poems by Themis

You Alone

Dearest, it is always the same:

Through every minute of the day

You come: your voice, your words, your Name,

In everything I hear or say.

And everywhere, and every time,

It's You; strange faces in the streets

Are You, strange words within my rhyme

With unknown purpose count your beats.

Why do You haunt me, taunt me so?

Must every thought I think be split

To gather You, before it grow

True and whole in the infinite?

I wrap my cracking wits with care

In words grown unecstatic, sane;

I fold You in, all unaware,

Until You learn to share my pain...

O dearest, make me understand

This interplay of You and me:

This separation, perfect-planned,

This meeting's perfect mockery.

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