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,
lamenting like love 
and for an instant 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!