No one holds back the river of dawn.
No one holds back the river of your hands, the eyes of your dream, Beloved.
You are the tremor of time that runs between light on end and darkened sunlight. And the sky closes over you its wings, lifts you and brings you to my arms with exact, mysterious courtesy. For this I sing to the day and the moon, to the sea, to time, to every planet, to your diurnal voice, to your nocturnal flesh.
Pablo Neruda ~ Soneto XLIX