One Golden Day

If God would grant one golden day with thee,

We’d walk where Florence hums in amber light,

Past cloistered walls and domes of sanctity,

Where art and faith in beauty reunite.

Thy hair like barley gilds the Tuscan air,

Thine eyes hold hush before the summer rain.

We’d linger where the faithful come to prayer,

While sacred songs recall our youthful aim.

We’d pause for gelato, I see your smile,

Then talk and stroll 'neath Dante's stony gaze.

To dine at Il Palagio in style,

Then tango in my arms, your hair cascades.

One golden day, a world in stillness spun—

I'd ask myself if we were ever one.