Flames and Flowers

I remember when I wrote this I was captivated by the poems of Pablo Neruda:

I.

 

You lit a flame within-

Unaccountable rhythm of my soul,

Moving the tides of my identity

To a land-locked conclusion.

 

Blood of my blood that sings

Like a bird in my skull.

Simple heart that I hold;

My hands are warm with you.

 

II.

 

If words mean nothing, my love,

Then let us talk like mutes;

Writing on windows

Condensation of our love.

Writing on walls

Illustration of our feelings.

 

Walking on pavements,

Listening to pomegranates

And radio symphonies

As orchids bloom in your hair

With the wildness of woodland dreams.