Tie your heart to mine at night, love,
And both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy fall of wet leaves.
Night crossing: black coal of dreams
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 beast in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,
So that our dreams might reply
To the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.
~ Pablo Neruda