Laughter of Smells

What is that thing lost and unseen,
Is it a smile of pie or the scents
Of the water, can it be the grin,
Of the future, or the love, of
The past, can I see the mixing, of
Feelings or the towering of wisdom,
It is gone can it be found,
Those memories of roses and of
Spice, can we begin to laugh of
The past a tapestry of emotion,
In all truth!