Hunger

It's not just artists who starve--
Poets, lovers, dreamers, too.
Because dreams, passion, fire, vision--they don't feed you--

they only make you hungrier.
 

I Just Thought You'd Like to Know

i just thought you’d like to know

because i too, would like to know

if your thoughts are of me

as frequently as mine are of you

i would like to know,

when you are in the arms of sleep,

am i in yours?

i would like you to know

how i can’t wait until i am yours

(and yet i wait)

whoever you are

i just thought you’d like to know

  

Daydream

Every night
before I go to sleep
I write down the events of my day
in a small black notebook
on my bedside table.

Every morning
when I wake up
I write down the events of my dream
in a small black notebook
on my bedside table.