DAUGHTER TUESDAY: STUFFS & SUCH

WIND ON THE ISLAND

The wind is a horse:

hear how he runs

through the sea, through the sky.

 

He wants to take me:  listen

how he roves the world

to take me far away.

 

Hide me in your arms

just for this night,

while the rain breaks

against sea and earth

its innumerable mouth.

 

Listen how the wind

calls to me galloping

to take me far away.

 

With your brow on my brow,

with your mouth on my mouth,

our bodies tied

to the love that consumes us,

let the wind pass

and not take me away.

 

Let the wind rush

crowned with foam,

let it call to me and seek me

galloping in the shadow,

while I, sunk

beneath your big eyes,

just for this night

shall rest, my love.

-Pablo Neruda