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
  full
     with my flowers,
             her roses and roses.

She asks me
              to sing
      a song of her light.

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

                     1977