night travel
2004-02-19 ~ 1:11 p.m.
i was looking for this last night... by night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness like a double drum in the forest, pounding against the thick wall of wet leaves. night travel: black flame of sleep that snips the threads of the earth's grapes, punctual as a headlong train that would haul shadows and cold rocks, endlessly. because of this, Love, tie me to a purer motion, to the constancy that beats in your chest with the wings of a swan underwater, so that our sleep might answer all the sky's starry questions with a single key, with a single door the shadows had closed. pablo neruda
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