WHITE GAURDIANS OF THE UNIVERSE OF SLEEP
E.E. Cummings
white gaurdians of the universe of sleep
safley may by imperishable your
glory escorted through infinate countries be
my darling (open the very secret of hope
to her eyes, not any longer blinded with
a world; and let her heart’s each whisper wear
all never guessed unknowable most joy)
faithfully blossoming beyond to breathe
suns of the night, bring this beautiful
wanderer home to a dream called time: and give
herself into the mercy of that star,
if out of climbing whom begins to spill
such golden blood as makes his moon alive
sing more will wonderfully birds than are
(Thanks, Christiana! Love ya!)
