open the seams of the clouds
and allow me to become their lining;
when you command them to rain
transform me into a solitary raindrop
which back in time fell into the corner
of your eye and became your vision
as you looked upon the vast mountains
of central asia suddenly espying a girl
within her beckoning veils. momentarily,
she smiled into your eyes of the future.
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
30.01.04