Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.Night crossing: black coal of dream
That cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,So that our dream might reply
to the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.Pablo Neruda
Reblogged from the reluctant buddha.
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