Rest with your dream inside my dream


Yesterday I discovered a wonderful poem of a wonderful poet: Sonnet LXXXI: Rest with your dream inside my dream by Pablo Neruda. I was struck by how romantic this can be. It feels like a prayer that you make before going to sleep and this is what I thought I would do. Acquire his book of poems Cien Sonetos de Amor (100 Love Sonnets) and read every night for a hundred days, a poem like a prayer. So that my heart can weep and smile and bleed and feel and be happy and love.

Sonnet LXXXI: Rest with your dream inside my dream

Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.

No one else will sleep with my dream, love.
You will go we will go joined by the waters of time.
No other one will travel the shadows with me,
only you, eternal nature, eternal sun, eternal moon.

Already your hands have opened their delicate fists
and let fall, without direction, their gentle signs,
you eyes enclosing themselves like two grey wings,

while I follow the waters you bring that take me onwards:
night, Earth, winds weave their fate, and already,
not only am I not without you, I alone am your dream.

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