Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Inspired by Neruda


Inspired by Neruda

I have caught foreign waters in my net
Seeped into the fibers
Is a place I’ve never been

You ask me what burns when there is nothing left
And all I know
Is that the flames are waiting

The boy will never know that hundreds and hundreds
Of pounds of particles
Float between him and the boy he loves

Our bones are really made of icy steel
Bending us this way and that
Like dolls for a girl with bows in her hair

This world is only a universe
In a grain of sand
Yet we stick, we stick like mud

The lighthouse can only see
What it already knows is there
Yet it turns, it keeps on turning

You ask me what burns when there is nothing left
And all I can say
Is that the embers are still red.