Tonight is a night for Neruda on the mountain…
his words spill from my mouth as if separate from my voice,
hanging in the thick fog like their own sort of cloud...
waiting for when they will rain on the earth and be joined together again.
Will we, when the weight of our worlds begin to rain, be joined together also?
I felt you once, the boldness of your hands nearer to my life than my own skin.
Two hearts an afternoon brought together,
a night torn apart,..
all before we could ever begin.