Neruda’s Dreamers

A Poem by Miranda Arocho

Sincere love poem.

Amid pillars of nothingness
Court-yard in evermore
Evenings they might bless
In the corridors.
Neruda’s dreamers

Marble ceiling a mind
Gasp this crevice with you
O, mutated and blind
Blemished temple we knew.
Neruda’s dreamer

When nude and sighing,
“Cleansed of all evil…”

The silver pattern dust
Hyacinth in your soul’s becoming
My praying body’s trust
Once I heard them humming.
Neruda’s dreamers

On the plinth of its wings
When this praised world has smiled
Mystic delusion it sings
“Woman,
“I would have been your child…”
Neruda’s dreamer

When nude and sighing love
When nude and sighing love.

Precipice sat the existentialist
Twined crocuses at his creed
In death to be dismissed
Onto the same kissed stalk I bleed.
Neruda’s dreamers

Painted magic stills dance
Growling reverberations in the dew
Lost in this animal trance
With you.
Neruda’s dreamer