All I ever need

All I ever need is here,
And all I’ll ever want
I'm saving for the end.

1 little pale star

1 little pale star... Compared to that night in the wilderness.
But then I notice more, 
Peeking shyly from behind the city-lit mist,
Quietly whispering to each other.
Then the sleepy light turns in for the night, 
And there are more of them,
Staring at me, chattering silently.
I think I recognize some.
Are you looking up?

Get to know

You will never get to know me.
And no, it’s not your loss
Because you are not looking for what I have to offer.
Or so I think…
Because I never got a chance to know you either.

Word by word

I want you bit by bit and word by word.
I love your fleeting whispers.
You’d lose your lightness if you added to a book.

The notebook

The notebook is heavier
With ink,
Not burden to remember.

What am I writing about?

Me, them, my feelings, my thoughts, some stranger feelings and thoughts that visit me. Sometimes they crowd around my head and I feel their presence, then often one or two manage to make their way onto paper through my hand.

Sometimes I write poems about my own stories, or stories about my own poems - these are my favorite: meta-poems, where inspiration overflows the original piece and wants more attention.

I don’t write from another’s perspective. I am a bit bothered by that fact - lack of imagination? - but it’s just not there. Maybe it’s a stage: I’ve been separated from myself for so long that I want to explore my own point of view before imagining someone else’s.

How many

How many will you kiss?
And who will be remembered?
How many will you want to kiss again?

In your place

You left, and in your place
there is this sadness,
which I am now glad to have.

Horizon

Horizon is an interesting line.
Sometimes I want a peek,
Sometimes I’m happy
To have more left for later to explore.

Rather few

Some days are there to stay with you.
Some places come and follow you.
Some songs and strangers make you new.
They’re rather few.

Some days

Some days are there to stay with you;
They are not many, rather few.
Most hours vanish, all but some,
But some can last for years to come.
A private replica of time.

Am I in yours? You are in mine.

I had a thought

I had a thought

That I forgot.

Maybe I'll find it,

Maybe not...