a love poem by Thomas Davis
The waters have come clear to my soul.
I have sunk into the abyss of deep waters.
Like the currants clustered upon the vines
I have taken nourishment from the leaves
and roots of the earth.
Song O song of my love into the deepest night,
eyes dark like pebbles on the bottom of the sea,
Can you not hear the waves running like elephants,
gray and huge, as they crash on the rocks of the shore?
The waters have come clear to the soul.
I have sunk into the abyss of deep waters.
Like the currants clustered upon the vines
I have taken my nourishment from the leaves
and roots of the earth.
fourwindowspress 
Hi Thomas
this is a beautiful poem, the little changes in the first and last stanza give it a slightly new meaning, love it 🙂 (I first misread the first line btw: The waters have come to clear the soul) Lovely!
The elephant’s running along the shore as waves…:sigh: what imagery! I wish I had come up with that one. I absolutely adore it.
Oh, Thomas–this is Splendid!! I absolutely love it, especially that the waves are like gray running elephants–WOW! Remarkable–that image will stay with me forever. God bless you today–love, sis Caddo
Deeply romantic, Thomas. I don’t think I could live up to this.
I read this one as a love poem to Creation itself! Fabulously inspiring and uplifting, Thomas!
The soul-full deep relaxation of a thirst quenched.
So beautiful – those deep waters of love! This is wonderful, Thomas.
Thomas—
I, for one, can hear the waves running—like elephants—gray and huge.
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange…
It’s a beautiful poem. I wish you well.
Jim
Beautiful love poem, Thomas – the fantastic imagery of the huge gray waves crashing like elephants running is just awesome, love it. ~ Love to you and Ethel from Julie xox
I, too, am struck by the use of elephants in this poem, huge and gray…alongside the repeated phrase, “The waters have come clear to the soul.” Your love has no obstacles in its abyss and deepest night. I also enjoy the imagery of the vines (their splash of red in the currents) and the nourishment from the roots of the earth. Beautiful love poem, Thomas.
Thomas my oh my what a gorgeous piece my favorite phrases
I have sunk into the abyss of deep waters.
Like the currants clustered upon the vines
and
Can you not hear the waves running like elephants,
gray and huge, as they crash on the rocks of the shore?
‘I have taken my nourishment from the leaves
and roots of the earth.’
And so you will never be lacking. This is excellent, Thomas.