“all at once the ghost has come back reeling in you now, oh tell me what if it came down crushing? It used to be that you and me played for all of the loneliness that nobody notices now…Why won’t you ever be glad? It melts into wonder, I came in praying for you; Why won’t you run into rain & play–let all the tears splash all over you…” #41
You are tired,
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,
and broke the toys you were fondest of,
and are a little tired now;
tired of things that break, and -
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 place 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.