By Pablo Neruda
And now your mine. Rest with your
dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep,
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping
No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams.
You will go,
we will go together, over the water of
No one else will travel through the
shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.