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