In the wave-strike over unquiet stones <br />the brightness bursts and bears the rose <br />and the ring of water contracts to a cluster <br />to one drop of azure brine that falls. <br />O magnolia radiance breaking in spume, <br />magnetic voyager whose death flowers <br />and returns, eternal, to being and nothingness: <br />shattered brine, dazzling leap of the ocean. <br />Merged, you and I, my love, seal the silence <br />while the sea destroys its continual forms, <br />collapses its turrets of wildness and whiteness, <br />because in the weft of those unseen garments <br />of headlong water, and perpetual sand, <br />we bear the sole, relentless tenderness.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-wave-strike-over-unquiet-stones/
