......

you are tired

( I think )

Of the always puzzles of living and doing:

So am I

come with me then, 

and we will leave it far and far away - 

(only you and I understand)

you have played

( I think)

and broke the toys you were fondest of

and you are tired now:

tired of things that break, and - 

just tired

so am I

but I come with a dream in my eyes tonight

and 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

ah, come with me

Ill blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon

that floats forever and a day

I'll sing you the jacinth song

Of the probable stars

I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream

until I find the only flower

which shall keep ( I think) in your little heart

while the moon comes out of the sea

 -  e.e. cummings