Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets <br />towards your oceanic eyes. <br /> <br />There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, <br />its arms turning like a drowning man's. <br /> <br />I send out red signals across your absent eyes <br />that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse. <br /> <br />You keep only darkness, my distant female, <br />from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges. <br /> <br />Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets <br />to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes. <br /> <br />The birds of night peck at the first stars <br />that flash like my soul when I love you. <br /> <br />The night gallops on its shadowy mare <br />shedding blue tassels over the land.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaning-into-the-afternoons/
