one fine poem by ee cummings., the first of all my dreams.,

the first of all my dreams
was of a lover and his only love,
strolling slowly(mind in mind)
through some green mysterious

land until my second dream begins -
the sky is wild with leaves; which dance
and dancing swoop (and swooping whirl
over a frightened boy and girl)

but that mere fury soon became
silence:in huger always whom
two tiny selves sleep (doll by doll)
motionless under magical

forever falling snow.
And quickly this dreamer wept:
and so she quickly dreamed a dream of spring
- how you and i are blossoming