come with me, then,
and we’ll leave it far and far away–
(only you and i understand!)
you have played
and broke the toys you were fondest of,
and are a little tired now;
tired of things that break, and–
so am i.
but i come with a dream in my eyes tonight
and i 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.”
-ee cummings, you are tired (i think)