The nights between
Our separated cities
Are joined to the night
That unites us.
Pablo Neruda
You can meet me there.
Wherever we are,
We can talk ;
Quiet, intimate whispers
Confided in darkeness
Into our pillows.
It’s so still here
In the village
When the moon shines.
Moonlight is visible silence—
Streets wrapped in linen
Cool and blue
Insulating us from all sound.
And last night the street
Gilded by street lamps
Was so quiet,
I wanted to wake you
And tell you
But instead,
Went back to dreaming
And slept with you
In a celestial bed.