Where I was tonight, when you went looking for me...














They called it "Forgotten City" and so it was. 
It was built and climbed and rose 
to beautiful heights 
and the flags flew and blew
The people cheered 
and their shiny city was
it was
And then one day, they disappeared
Every single last one of them
They left behind their clothes
and plates
and coffee cups
nothing left but dust
But the clocks kept time  
the bells in the towers rang
And So I came and visited
I imagined them there
I sat in their places
and looked out their windows
and still cannot begin to imagine
what became of them
that city is still there
It stands as a reminder 
of the faces and the smiles 
and the words
and most of all the people who left
pieces of themselves stuck all over that Forgotten city.

-Me

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 easily will 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 colour 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

e.e. Cummings