Friday, 24 August 2012

Flames and Flowers

I remember when I wrote this I was captivated by the poems of Pablo Neruda:

You lit a flame within-
Unaccountable rhythm of my soul,
Moving the tides of my identity
To a land-locked conclusion.
Blood of my blood that sings
Like a bird in my skull.
Simple heart that I hold;
My hands are warm with you.
If words mean nothing, my love,
Then let us talk like mutes;
Writing on windows
Condensation of our love.
Writing on walls
Illustration of our feelings.
Walking on pavements,
Listening to pomegranates
And radio symphonies
As orchids bloom in your hair
With the wildness of woodland dreams.

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