likeafieldmouse: Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying. Everything is...

likeafieldmouse:

Here I came to the very edge

where nothing at all needs saying.

Everything is absorbed

through weather and the sea.

And the moon swam back,

its rays all silvered,

and time and again

the darkness would be broken

by the crash of a wave.

And every day

on the balcony of the sea,

wings open, fire is born,

and everything is blue again like morning.



- Pablo Neruda

On the Blue Shores of Silence