And behind
And behind the white tablecloth,
and behind the white book—
there is a \"you,\"
and there is an \"I.\"
Not a day will pass—mean
neither behind the white tablecloth,
nor behind the white book—
and there will be neither you,
nor me.
Come
Come
to me
in a dream shadow!
Show yourself up high, in the window.
Write a letter
on the sandy seabed.
Call during the high tide—
perhaps...
at the ebb,
I might manage to get through
to the receiver of a shell helix smooth
on the ocean floor?
I beg of you:
come to me
in my dreams more!