Poet Of Tides And Stars

Poet Of Tides and Stars
An ode to Pablo Neruda

Your words rise and ride ocean waves
As silver tides, moon-drawn,
Beautiful and magnetic,
Murmuring intimate sensual secrets,
Metaphors silent spoken out loud
Truth liberated, writhing and arising as
Restless hands of the sea.

Your voice is a comet carving fire,
Rippling through the night,
Bringing the weight of longing behind it,
A luminous exile set free
Out of the vault of verse
You kiss the wind sweet as sugar
And with syllables glistening as salt.

Across the canvas of night echoes
Your lines of rippling starlight
In constellations and nebulae
Unmoored yet tethered with meaning
Soaring through atmospheres
As passion suspending,
Gently lifting the gravity of love.

Your stanzas sway, beam with benignity
Assuring empathy like a lighthouse
Satiating golden glow into hungry dark,
Your wisdom so transparent
The people connect in common
You guide the lost towards
The safe shores of your soul.

Your poetry touches as tender dawn,
Where light vibrates all in wonder
Shadows dissolve, embracing mystery
The cosmic ocean becomes
Effervescent with sun, moon and stars
Swallowing the darkness
Without surrendering its fire.

Copyright © 2025 Charles Edward York
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