Poem for thought

I have been reading the book Charlie St. Cloud and this poem was mentioned a few times while I was reading last night. I thought I would look it up and I just loved it and had to share it with you! While I don't understand the whole meaning of the poem, every time I read it, I get more meaning out of these words. This poem is all about following your dreams and doing what you love. I love running and it is one of my biggest passions. I run because of the feeling I get after I know I have pushed myself beyond my body's limit, I do it because I get to meet amazing people that inspire me to be a better person, I do it because it makes me feel good about myself, and the most important thing is that I do it because it makes me happy. The feeling is indescribable; no words could ever do the "runner's high" I feel every time I finish a run justice. I want to live my life with no regrets, to know that I tried with all my heart to accomplish my dreams. I want to "dive for dreams and live by love." I want to tell the people I care about most how much they mean to me and how grateful I am to have them in my life. I really hope that you can find as much meaning in this poem as I have. I love it!

"dive for dreams"
by: E.E. Cummings
dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you
(trees are their roots
and wind is wind) 
trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
(and live by love
though the stars walk backward) 
honour the past
but welcome the future
(and dance your death
away at the wedding) 
never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for good likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth) 
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves, since Doom
(with white longest hands
neating each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds 
-before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were. 

silently if, out of not knowable 

silently if, out of not knowable 
night's utmost nothing,wanders a little guess 
(only which is this world)more my life does 
not leap than with the mystery your smile 
sings or if(spiralling as luminous 
they climb oblivion)voices who are dreams, 
less into heaven certainly earth swims 
than each my deeper death becomes your kiss 
losing through you what seemed myself,i find 
selves unimaginably mine;beyond 
sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears 
yours is the light by which my spirit's born: 
yours is the darkness of my soul's return 
-you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars