Who ever desired each other as we do?
Let us look for the ancient ashes of hearts that burned,
And let our kisses touch there, one by one,
Till the flower, disembodied, rises again.
Let us love that Desire that consumed its own fruit
And went down, aspect and power, into the earth:
We are its continuing light,
Its indestructible, fragile seed
Poem by Pablo Neruda
Sonet XCV
Photo by Hely29
