***
Not face
But feeling, coming from the things,
That both Reality and Dreaming brings,
Some ancient sense that's gathered from apart
Could take my heart.
Not features,
That unreadyble to me
(Examining your face I hardly see,
And can just guess what it could be instead
Your funny shade),
But something more.
While curtain keeps the sight,
Let time equal our faces, let it write
The common features - little "me" into
A very strange "thou".
And while I'm learning changes of the world
The inner eyesight rises to behold,
It floats to where all things are forming, and
We're joint, my friend.
But some strange vision pulls me back to ground:
A sleeping guard on curtain's edge, I found,
He waits for time, impregnable and calm
Untill it come.
2003