Somewhere i have never traveled
Gladly beyond any experience

Your eyes have their silence

In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me

Or which i cannot touch because they are too near

Your slightest look will easily unclose me

Though i have closed myself as fingers

You open always petal by petal myself

As spring opens touching skillfully

Mysteriously her first rose

Or if your wish be to close me

I and my life will shut very beautifully

Suddenly

As when the heart of this flower imagines
The snow carefully everywhere descending