Footprints

On my lover's lips I slept

in the lingering warmth

of entwining arms.

The outside world lost all its charms

for I have found at last my home.

With loving fingertips caressed

My neck, my cheek, my brow, my hair.

A flood of love drowned a tear-rent heart

Left laughter and golden sunshine there.

That moment, in a drop of purest bliss

I lost myself in his wondrous eyes.

The gentle touch upon my lips

aroused me from a dream, a fantasy,

but fantasy real seemed to be.

Life and dream one harmony.

Now even in a crowded street,

Even in the loneliest night,

I feel no likeness with the stars,

so far apart, they can never meet.

My feet are firmly on my earth

Not one pair of footprints on the sand,

but two, side by side, hand in hand.