March days return with their covert light by Pablo Neruda

Under the March day-light
there is night
fish swim
earth a secret
slipping
past the lips
of skies errant
fire a guitar played
on all night

insomnia wait for me!
I wish to reside
in the labrynthian mind
of a genius

Darkness casts its nets
upon the inside of my eyelids
but I forget the world
in order
to be awakened
by the sounds of sweet
carved-out hand-held music