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the moon was watching as we made love in her light heavenly voyeur • Donovan Baldwin

expose your true self drop all veils of sin and shame naked innocence • Donovan Baldwin

write me your story with your heart mouth hands and eyes tell me everything • Donovan Baldwin

poet can hear words 1. whispers on the evening breeze 2. paper cannot hold • Donovan Baldwin

touch her words lightly examine them by candlelight press them to my heart • Donovan Baldwin

the wind is rising brave bold adventurer's blast i must set my sails • Donovan Baldwin Willem van de Velde the Younger, Ships on a Stormy Sea (c. 1672)

quietness collects settles warmly about me and i think of you • Donovan Baldwin

No reason for the wind, It, like sun and moon, Has its own purposes Unconcerned with desires Of puny mortals Who dare each day To defy gods of Wind and sun and moon, Chasing celestial bodies, Take matters of The Universe Upon their shoulders, Lifting proudly To make it better. No reason for the wind, Or for Man, except, That each is here For their reason and each Must follow its own nature. • Donovan Baldwin

Back story: A few years ago, in a small book store in Cincinnati, Ohio, I bought a used book of Pablo Neruda's poems. There was a dedication scrawled inside the front cover. I've always wondered who these people were, and how this heartfelt gift wound up in a second hand book store. Dedication to unknown friend, Perhaps lover? Escamillo to Carmen? Emilio to Christina? Romeo to Juliet? Cyrano to Roxanne? Danny to Sandy? Strangers' names, Inscribed in a book Of poetry by Pablo Neruda Rescued from a bin Of second hand books In Cincinnati. Yet no strangers To a poet. Who were they? Persons I'll never know, Their affection understood, Recorded for posterity, Here with me. • Donovan Baldwin