I would like for your eyes the plain
And a forest, green and red,
Distant
And sweet,
On the horizon beneath a clear sky;
Or hills in beautiful lines,
Flexible and supple and misty
And which would seem to melt in the sweetness of the air
Or the hills
Or the forest…

I would like for you to hear
Strong, vast, deep, and tender,
The great, muted voice of the sea,
And lamenting near you
In the intervals between - 
For you to hear - 
Right next to you,
A dove in the silence,
And weak and gentle
Like love;
A bit in the shadow,
For you to hear
A spring welling up.

I would like flowers for your hands
And for your footstep
A little path of herbs and sand
Which climbs a little and then descends
And turns and seems
To run to the bottom of the silence,
A very small path of sand
Where would mark lightly your steps,
Our steps,
Together!