A picture and poem friday.

your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other; then

laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis.

-e. e. cummings

To read the whole poem, go here.

Picture can be found here.

May my heart always be open

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail

pulling all the sky over him with one smile

-e.e. cummings
photo by me