[i bring your soul(i bring it]

i bring your soul where’er i go(i carry it in my soul)

as i am wont to splendor in your midst(i never want for you)my love

(i have your soul all ways)my sun(i port your soul with me)

my fears

are naught(for you: my rock) i lack

no realm(for you my treat are all: no need)

None can guess the unguessable-est (the quark of the nucleus of the atom of the molecule in the sea of life that rides higher than all universes which expand

higher than thought or being or life can reach)

and this sea is the wheel on which all the world turns

I bring your soul(i bring it in my soul)

I entered the above entry in the Prose Challenge of the Week CCIV: Write a short story in the style of your favorite author - dead or alive. Let others guess the author. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. My poem garnered two 'likes'.

One Prose writer, @sohi, guessed the author correctly to be the esteemed e.e. Cummings and wrote that my entry could almost be a sequel to [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]. I am still grateful. In case not everyone is (as) familiar with it, I will post Cummings’ masterful work here (below) to pay tribute to e.e.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)