Tomorrow we will go
to the field of stones.
We will take a wheelbarrow
and a digging tool apiece.

There is a whole crop there,
you tell me,
stones of such beauty
they shrill you.

And tomorrow you will show them to me.
You have been there already
and you found
this one
that I so admire.

How unususal each one is
of design ...
of shape ...
and color ...
and some soft
and some make you want to look inside.
But we have no knife for that.

Tonight you have told me
you love me.
And tomorrow we will visit
the field of stones together.