Friday, February 21, 2014


Don't you worry
I will write you a poem
I don’t know what I was thinking then
But now I know well who I am
And I’ll stop dreaming if it makes you well

My skin will never be whole and clean
My reality is mixed with death and dreams
But today my love is as clear as glass
I’ll give you time and an open ear
I won’t be cross don’t you fear

Sleeping at the wrong time

You are gone
I roll with the lights on
And the clothes that comfort me when awake
Torment me in sleep
I am constantly waking
Open, then open
The orange lights
Are the brown of what I imagine
Your body would be
Absence, presence, both hurt
Where am I? And where are you?