You
are tired
(I
think)
Of the
always puzzle of living and doing;
And so
am I.
Come
with me then And we'll leave it far and far away-
(Only
you and I understand!)
You
have played
(I
think)
And
broke the toys you were fondest of
And
are a little tired now;
Tired
of things that break and-
Just
tired.
So am
I.
But I
come with a dream in my eyes tonight
And
knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart-
Open
to me!
For I
will show you the places
Nobody
knows
And if
you like
The
perfect places of Sleep.
Ah
come with me!
I'll
blow you that wonderful bubble the moon
That
floats forever and a day;
I'll
sing you the jacinth song
Of the
probable stars;
I will
attempt the unstartled steppes of dream
Until
I find the Only Flower
Which
shall keep
(I
think) your little heart
While
the moon comes out of the sea.
~ E.
E. Cummings~
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