A Winter Dream

In winter we’ll travel in a little pink carriage
With cushions of blue.
We’ll be fine. A nest of mad kisses waits
In each corner too.


You’ll shut your eyes, not to see, through the glass,
Grimacing shadows of evening,
Those snarling monsters, a crowd going past
Of black wolves and black demons.


Then you’ll feel your cheek tickled quite hard…
A little kiss, like a maddened spider,
Will run over your neck…


And you’ll say: “Catch it!” bowing your head,


– And we’ll take our time finding that creature
– Who travels so far…