Sanya Khomenko Photography
Love Sonnet LXXIX
By night,Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
Night travel:black flame of sleep
Because of this,Love,tie me to a purer motion,
so that our sleep might answer all the sky's
Pablo Neruda
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
like a double drum in the forest,pounding
against the thick wall of wet leaves.
that snips the threads of the earth's grapes,
punctual as a headlong train that would haul
shadows and cold rocks,endlessly.
to the constancy that beats in your chest
with the wings of a swan underwater,
starry questions with a single key,
with a single door the shadows had closed.
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