In the realms of my negligible existence, there are some miniature moments when I shine bright from some light within. You were lucky to catch that glimpse of me. And I was fortunate to hold you responsible for that silver lining on my bare heart. You did not notice and I did not realize that in you, I, on that very day, atop the sunset point, saw the man with whom my subconscious mind has always been in dire love.
You were my Neruda that day.
And thus with the setting sun behind us, I lived many hundred lives--- Together.
~*~
“As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
― Pablo Neruda
