Today I came across this composition. It is the first line of a single quatrain by Paul Éluard (1895-1952) which Elaine Springer published on Instagram.
Sometimes we may argue on the factual accuracy of word compositions trying to express a given poetic picture. Yet, at times — like here — one might override any sense of inaccuracies, and simply inhale the beauty being carried by soul and body, wishing to hold the picture as undisputed truth.
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
And this love heavier than a lake’s ripe fruit
Without laughter or tears lasts forever
One day after another one night after us.
by Paul Eluard