somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond...by e.e. cummings

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

Blessing

The world is silent
So must I be.
Spinning around
in a circle of tears
My sadness is far from
brimming
Because the silent world
goes around too.
And never forgets
who to touch next.
May I know you
like the world?
Always moving
but never
changing?
May my orbit be
sure and unquestioning?
Show me the world,
oh my soul,
For until I know
love, I cannot
be sent away
alone.

For Peter

Once upon a time
You were a chunky little boy
Who wanted a pink birthday cake
With fistfuls of ice and snow
We giggled and whispered
Making the siblings mad
Now you and I
Pretend to be grown up
You sing and play soccer
And love your first brunette
Her shining eyes
And pulcherrima smile
I also sing
And write words
About loving my neighbor
Wish we had more time to be best friends
We're too similar :)
Good luck with Anna,
Cousin!

Beautiful, Unforgiving Perfection

Beautiful piano softly playing
Beautiful friendship smiling away
Beautiful sisters holding hands
Beautiful dance swaying with energy
Beautiful life

Unforgiving piano pounding
Unforgiving friendship falling slowly
Unforgiving sisters judging
Unforgiving dance painfully driven
Unforgiving death

Perfect eyes so bright
Perfect crushing smile
Perfect musical heart
Perfect absentminded joy
Perfect love

Illegal Cellist

I cannot cry for you
Because with you near me
It is impossible to be sad.
You smile and your eyes are stars
Your lips are softly laughing
At me.
Strong and slender your hands
Hover over the strings and
Draw the bow...
I cannot take my eyes off you.
Even when the day is full of hateful bustle,
Even when I fall into bed each night,
Even when storm clouds obscure every bit of the sky,
There is a bubble of peace
Cornered in my bosom
You may never love me, but
I cannot forget you.

Random Paragraph

A terrifying windswept desert. One would never visit more than once. Silent and churning with white-hot sand, the land was an ocean of naked sunlight. The snaking train of a caravan sliced across the plain like a scar. Ragged beduins led camels laden with gold from Mali, spices from India, amd silk from the Far East. Their weather-beaten faces scarcely blinked at the surroundings. Wiry forearms and straining shoulders muscled the animals into steady obedience. Steady...like the rythme of their footsteps on the ever-changing landscape. These were the middlemen, who dared to visit the desert more than once.

I Have You Now

Hello house
We meet again.
I have walked unheeded through your corridors.
I have greeted your people in their very tongue.
Now, I am a stranger.
I peer from afar
There are two - excuse me four - panes of glass
in between us.
Fight for it, you said.
Then, you turned your head and smirked.
Goodbye house
I have, believe it or not, moved on.
Or not