One Day

One day,
I could not tell you whether it was cold
or raining in the world
the midday light
suddenly broke out.
Without realizing,
the lovers walked hand in hand
and swam across the smile
spread by the town bells.
There was no anguish now;
they felt lighter than saints,
they dreamed the dreams of
virgins stretched upon the grass,
who see the sky and a dove
passing before them.

They came to the right spot:
now they could embrace
and kiss
they could entwine like flames
within a fire, and cry
and laugh and sigh like madmen,
but they did nothing:
they stood bewildered
like roseate snow upon the mountains,
when the sun sets and wrenches out a moan
from all creation.