As I've mentioned before, I draw inspiration from all worlds of art to feed my own art. An amazing artist passed away this week, the poet Galway Kinnell.
He is the author of one of my favorite poems, "Little Sleep's-Head Sprouting Hair in the Moonlight". It begins:
You scream, waking from a nightmare.
When I sleepwalk
into your room, and pick you up,
and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to me
as if clinging could save us. I think
I will never die, I think I exude
to you the permanence of smoke or stars,
my broken arms heal themselves around you.
I encourage you to read the whole thing.