A Poem In Memory Of Pablo Neruda Poem by Des Gahan

In the golden haze of twilight's embrace,
Where shadows dance upon the earth's soft face,
I seek the echoes of love's fervent call,
In the verses of Neruda, supreme poet of all.

Oh, Pablo Neruda, your words paint a tale,
Of passion and longing that can never fail,
Through verses that soar like birds in the sky,
You capture the essence of love's gentle sigh.

In the whispering wind, your voice does resound,
With verses that traverse the heart's sacred ground,
You traverse the landscapes of a love untamed,
In rhythmic cadence, your ardor is proclaimed.

From the depths of the sea to the peaks of the Andes,
Your verses unravel like delicate strands,
In every line, a flame of desire burns bright,
As you navigate the labyrinth of love's sweet plight.

Oh, Neruda, your verses are an ode to desire,
A symphony of yearning, a celestial fire,
You paint with words, hues of red and gold,
The secrets of love that are yet to be told.

With each stanza penned, your heart does unfold,
A tapestry of emotions, untamed and bold,
In the sweetness of grapes and the scent of a rose,
You encapsulate love in its purest prose.

Your poetry, Neruda, is an eternal embrace,
A language of love that transcends time and space,
In the depths of our souls, your words find their home,
And through the ages, your legacy shall roam.

So, let us raise a glass to Neruda's refrain,
To the poet who bared his heart's sweetest pain,
For in his verses, we find solace and might,
In the style of Neruda, our souls take flight.