in my sky at twilight

for the record, I am a poem lover.

even though sometimes I may not be able to interpret the meaning underneath it.

and I love classic poems more than the modern ones.

Yes, I admit it here.

older poems, 

they are like there's a lot more than just lines of words

they're like there's a treasure chest or bunch of pearls that are waiting to be dig up.

couple days ago, I met this poem

and it turns that it is Pablo Neruda's

so I guess I might be his #1 hard die fan.

in my sky at twilight 

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's
wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.

You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin. 

If you're into the same thing as me, I'd gladly suggest you to buy this book. It is a compilation of some great poems. 

This is not one of the twilight saga trilogy. ohkay?? 

How I wish someone would buy me this for my coming birthday next month

or I'd find this book at the Big Bad Wolf book sale this year.

Please BBW committee, do bring this book to Malaysia. okay?