Somewhere I have Never Travelled

From the album "Of Love And Hope: Music and Poetry from Beauty and the Beast"

This poem speaks to me

somewhere i have never travelled, 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 easily will unclose me

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully, 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;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility: whose texture

compels me with the color of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing

(I do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens; only something in me understands

though i have closed myself as fingers,

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands