Monday, February 3, 2014

how fragile we are, between the few good moments


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


5 comments:

  1. Dear Candycane, I didn't understand this at first, but on hearing the news today, I do. Adieu.

    Your blog was one of my favorites, your taste was superb, and I'll miss following it here a lot.
    Good luck in the spirit world, I know its a beautiful, majestic place you've gone, and look forward to catching up with you over there when it's my time.

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  2. Rest in peace, sweet Candy. Not sure what happened, and I'm not too eloquent with words, but just want to say that "you will be missed." Rest in peace, Candy, and I know your spirit will light up wherever you are. Kerstin

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  3. Rest in love Candy. Thank you for your inspiration. As sad as this makes me, to know you are not with us materially I know your spirit will always be. xx

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  4. i think of you often and truly hope you are finally at peace.

    http://www.gofundme.com/candycaneposkin

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  5. I often come back here , hoping , wishing , looking for a sign that you are at peace.

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