You Are Tired (I Think) - e.e. cummings
You are tired, Come with me, then, You have played, But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, Ah, come with me!
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)
(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.
And I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.
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.
