I am she

I am
    she is
          the sea,
  and I’m roses
                and roses.
She knows
          about me.
      I forget
            what I know.

I am
     she is
           the vase
     with my flowers,
             her roses and roses.

She asks me
              to sing
      a song of her light.


I am silent
      as a rose-colored
   waiting to feel
                      once again
I am
   she is
        the sea.