Crooked
You know the first thing my mother said when she saw this picture? "Wow, your nose really is crooked! I wonder if that happened when you fell off of the curb in your walker." Because I wasn't self conscious about my schnoz as it is. Oh well.
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 that 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