"Here I Love You"

Here I love you
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other

The snow unfurls in dancing figures
A silver gull slips down from the west
Sometimes a sail
High, high stars

Oh the black cross of a ship
Alone . . .
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet
Far away the sea sounds and resounds
This is a port
Here I love you

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain
I love you still among these cold things
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose
I love what I do not have. You are so far
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights
But night comes and starts to sing to me

The moon turns its clockwork dream
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire

[by Pablo Neruda]