Pablo Neruda; (aka; Apollo the second),

Love poem

Pablo Neruda; (aka; Apollo the second),

 

Who paints graphic passions,

Our passions of love.

He can proclaim

What I can only whisper,

As you lie sleeping far away,

Though under the same blanket of

shared stars.

 

He’s felt the flash of tenderness and love

In the brush of a finger tip

He’s seen the glow of the evening sun

In the briefest glance

 

He knows the sound

Of the unuttered words

The mind will log forever

As a symphony

Drifting across distant continents;

The song of caressed skin

 

He knows, as all lovers do

The nocturnal melancholy

Of the separate lovers

Clinging tightly to each other

Trying almost futilely

To smother a universal loneliness,

That without knowing

Would render true love useless

 

Kieran Conway