[BNP/E3, 31A – 36]

 a passar?

6-5-1915

My dreams are angels' kisses.

Lightly they touch my soul[1]

Tip‑toe shadow[2] caresses.

They are my Godder part.

There is a flower in my hand.

It is not found in fields.

God looks and can understand,

For he is the dreamer who builds.

He knows how dreams are set up,

He knows how flowers are made glad.

Look: I hold up my cup

And God gives me wine to be mad.

 
[1] soul /(heart)\
[2] shadow /shadow\