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I Carry Your Heart
e. e. cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

 
The Moon That I Am
Moi

behold ! i am the moon.
i glower at you every night
watching you sleep
whispering sweet words in your ears
through west wind
or north, or south or east
and i watch you
as your hand drapes slowly
towards your pillow
and caresses it softly
wishing i was made our of cotton
to be swathed in smooth silk
and to be held by you
cursing the astral body that i am
but thankful that i can watch
as my wind gently blows
and your hair moves
and you sigh in your sleep
dreaming good dreams
and having fancy visions

behold ! i am the moon
i shine on you every night
wishing you would notice
how beautiful i look (?)
wishing you could hear my voice
and not the wind
so there are nights
when you toss and turn
for the air is humid
for the moon that i am
i get jealous of the wind
who can touch your cheek
and run its fingers through your hair ...

behold ! i am the moon
i watch and stare at you every night
wishing i could be the wind
wishing i could be the rain
to fall gently down on earth
to be near you as close as i possibly can
but knowing these are but illusions
and i get angry
so i hide behind clouds
not wanting to see you
feeling only frustration
wondering how a moon can feel ...

behold ! i am the moon
now i hide every night
from behind my veil of clouds
not wanting to see you awake or asleep
but then i glimpse at your open window
and i spy on you on the sill
searching for me
looking at the skies
a wondering look at your face
and i smile and i ride past by my clouds
to enfold you in my light
and to bathe with the stars ...

 
I Carry Your Heart
The Moon That I Am

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