I remember you as you were in the last autumn. <br />You were the grey beret and the still heart. <br />In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on. <br />And the leaves fell in the water of your soul. <br /> <br />Clasping my arms like a climbing plant <br />the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace. <br />Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning. <br />Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul. <br /> <br />I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off: <br />Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house <br />Towards which my deep longings migrated <br />And my kisses fell, happy as embers. <br /> <br />Sky from a ship. Field from the hills: <br />Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond! <br />Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing. <br />Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-remember-you-as-you-were/
