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.
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