Kristy


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Poem Number XX-20

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not love her large, still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. Hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the verse falls upon the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me. That is all. In the distance someone sings. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. As if to draw her near my gaze seeks her. My heart searches for her, and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees, we, those of then, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, it's true, but how much I loved her. My voice looked for the wind to touch her ear. Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body, her infinite eyes. I no longer lover her, it's true, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, and forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms, My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain she makes me suffer, And these the last lines I write for her.

Pablo Neruda - Love Poems and a Song of Despair

A Response to Poem Number XX-20

And as the saddest lines were written about a night such as this, when the song filled skies were blanketed with bright stars, I loved him. On a night such as this, he held me in his arms, kissing me, sweeping back the hair from my shoulders. I loved him and he loved me too. How could one not love his strong hands and his gentle lips. And though my loveís fear could not keep him, my pounding heart still beats at the thought of his touch. The once bright stars fade into the vast sky without him. On a night such as this, though I have not loved for loveís sake, I feel that my wanting has excited me to the top of a ridge at canyons I have never seen. The pounding in my soul stretches far into the distance calling to him, wanting him, needing him near. I dive. Traveling at velocities non-existent, I find myself soaring through the currents to catch a glimpse. The wind burns my abandoned skin as his touch once did. The soothing warmth gradually develops into a radiating heat trailing down my body as it passes over me with a tender stroke. On a night such as this, no longer, we of then are not the same. I once found solace in his smile, in breathing his breath, in loving him. Loving him no more. I have lost him. My bitter ache obstructs his soul from attaining mine. I can be no otherís as I was before his kisses, now never after. His pain will be mine, and mine his, though these are not the last lines I write for him.

Kristy C - Verse for Balance and Completion


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