“We the mortals touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all the these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.”
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all the these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.”
–Pablo Neruda
What is it about the night
That brings the quiet
I look to the city lights
And it is not sleeping.
What is it about the night
That offers solace
To the weeping sprites
That cannot retire.
What is it about the night
That offers balance
From the sunlight
To deepest shadow.
What is it about the night
That makes me remember
For all of my might
I cannot forsake you.
-Remembering the Nights © 2013 Heather Rivero
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