Fading Moments of The Kiss
Francesco Hayez, The Kiss
Stolen moments of segregated silence
meet these lovers in a breath of peace.
Savoring the halo of light,
the man and woman embrace.
For a moment, their revolution romance
is the center of their world.
Stars, moon, and sun align
to watch these lovers kiss,
as if it is their last time.
But time is fleeting; danger
approaches like ocean tides.
The man prepares for flight,
his foot perched on the step, ready to leave
at a moment’s notice.
Garbed in blue skies and sapphire,
the woman is held in his arms,
letting his hands guide their love
into ephemeral horizons.
Risorgimento is afoot;
men and women as our lovers
alike champion for Italy’s union;
a harmony blessed by fleeting moments
such as theirs. Time for them
is scarce as lira in peasant pockets,
but monetary limits rent no land
in their minds. We marvel in their story,
redolent of Shakespeare’s great loves:
star-crossed but effortlessly in adoration;
a love that makes one’s heart ache
with the heaviness it leaves on your chest
when it melts away like moons in our mornings.
And our beloved couple here,
learns the lesson of fiery passion:
that flames burn out, no oxygen, no life.
Lovers flee, feelings dull. Chaos will bring
end to infinity, but there is promise:
Hayez cements their affection in oil;
nimble strokes remember a love
always destined to fade away.