To the Sleeping Afternoon

O’ if but I had the heart

I could steal the slightest kiss

but would you know it was me

if I was as the fleet footed wind

I would touch your lips

but would you know it was me

if I was a memory

I would silently slip into the purest moments of your past

and then would you know it was me

but not me, alas

only a dream

forgotten when you wake.