The Doors : A collection of other sides , "Somewhere I Have Never Travelled" Edition

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond

[Florence]

[Bruges]

[Istanbul]

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things that enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

[Brussels]

[Brussels]

[Paris]

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

[Brussels]

[Bruges]

[Paris]

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;

[Florence]

[Florence]

[Brussels]

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

[Istanbul]

[Athens]

[Bruges]

(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

[Mykonos]

-MC