E.E Cummings

It's been an interesting day to say the least.  Prayed and processed through many things that I needed to. I got stuck as I was cleaning my room tonight on an E.E Cummings poem.

"May my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
Whatever they sing is better than to know
And if men should not hear them men are old.

May my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if its sunday may I be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young.


And may I do nothing usefully
and love so more than truly
Theres never been quite such a fool who cuold fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile."

E.E Cummings.

MY heart liked this poem tonight because it reminded me of the silly good things in life. IN the words of this wonderful poet "May I do nothing usefully and love so more than truly."

If only it were that easy

If only it were as easy as snapping my fingers and wishing it so.
If only it were as easy as  closing my eyes and wishing you away.
I thought this would be easier, apart of me just says get angry.
If you're angry it's easier, easier to move on.
(Yet there you stand, even if its the dream of you.) 
 I watch you walk through the realms of my mind and heart.
(we have conversations about the real you.) 
I know you're a figment of what I created in my mind.
(Your skin is just a soft, your laugh still as seductive.) 
 A figment of who I can see in you, that i wanted you to be.
(Your eyes are just as blue, maybe if I close my eyes you'll be replaced by the real one. ) 
  You're not wishing away, you're not  leaving.
(I can feel your arms around me, your mouth on mine) 
Maybe just maybe, time does heal all wounds.
(But for the moment I miss you, I want you.)
My heart is on my sleeve.
(Why couldn't I be you're one and only?)