An eye, shaded for better judgement,
peers from the cave mouth and imagines
four walls, a roof, windows and a door.
The dream hardens and the door locks.
Another eye, perfectly used todaylight,
swings the door wide open and imagines
city blocks, a grid, work-lives and a home.
The dream finishes and the lives begin.
Another eye, still occupied by thehorizon,
looks up straight at the sun and imagines
pathways, a bridge, courtyards and a song.
The sun sets and the song continues.
The things we build, by linking earth with air,
all settle us to shape and share the world;
where form meets function, beauty matches truth:
our better selves take root and quickenthere.
Poema referente à frase de Goethe -"I call architecture frozen music".
