Small Fantasy
1943
You came like a gentle breeze and planted Paradise
on our lips with a kiss. Then you moved on.
Ecstatic, we watched you dissolve
in the infinite light!
Now nothing is left to remind us of your passing
but our kissed lips
that became nightingales flying, sighing, toward every gleam of light
in case it might be you and your kiss.
Small Fantasy
You came like a gentle breeze and planted Paradise
on our lips with a kiss. Then you moved on.
Ecstatic, we watched you dissolve
in the infinite light!
Now nothing is left to remind us of your passing
but our kissed lips
that became nightingales flying, sighing, toward every gleam of light
in case it might be you and your kiss.
