How good it would be, to frame the whole world and its chaos, with a familiar taste and smell in a lively field, I open my eyes, Looking around, Waiting are the frames Yesterday, an inverted reflection Today, a rusted wall and Tomorrow... My eye, in search of thy scent, Aimless, Undusts my heart and staying With a power beyond need and ancient like the vastness of heart in the hope that our eyes Unite eternally