I am the bird that knocks at your window in the morning,
and your companion whom you cannot know,
the blossoms that light up the blind.
I am the glaciers’ crest above the forest,
the dazzling one,
and the brass voices from cathedral towers.
The thought that suddenly comes over you
at midday and fills you with singular
I am the one you loved long ago.
I walk along side you by day and look intently at you,
and put my mouth on your heart but you don’t know it.
I am your third arm and your second shadow,
the white one, whom you don’t have the heart for,
and who cannot ever forget you.