Come with me then

You are tired

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