my love, E.E. Cummings

animal-wallpaper-with-a-group-flying-doves.jpgmy love
thy hair is one kingdom
the king whereof is darkness
thy forehead is a flight of flowers
thy head is a quick forest
filled with sleeping birds
thy breasts are swarms of white bees
upon the bough of thy body
thy body to me is April
in those armpits is the approach of spring
thy thighs are white horses yoked to a chariot
of kings
they are the striking of a good minstrel
between them is always a pleasant song
my love
thy head is a casket
of the cool jewel of thy mind
the hair of thy head is one warrior
innocent of defeat
thy hair upon thy shoulders is an army
with victory and with trumpets
thy legs are the trees of dreaming
whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness
thy lips are satraps in scarlet
in whose kiss is the combinings of kings
thy wrists
are holy
which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood
thy feet upon thy ankles are flowers in vases
of silver
in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes
thy eyes are the betrayal
of bells comprehended through incense.

Day 10: Message from an Old Friend

Dear Wonderful Reader,

I don’t have a picture of the message, but I choose this picture because the empty swing spot represents the void that they left behind and the idyllic setting represents the joy you had together. Then, when they message you out of the blue and especially if you had already got used to their absence, this huge wave of memories engulfs you into a vast sea of nostalgia. And, then you’re just happy that you crossed their mind.large-1 2

A Beautiful Hike