Somewhere I Have Never Traveled

　　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 　　though i have closed myself as fingers, 　　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 　　the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses nobody, 　　not even the rain,has such small hands