Love an Artist

This is what it is to love an artist:
The moon is always rising above your house.
The houses of your neighbors look dull and lacking in moonlight.
But he is always going away from you.
Inside his head,
there is always something more beautiful.
- from Eurydice, by Sarah Ruhl

Home Again

When I'm with you
we stay up all night
When you're not here
I can't get to sleep
Thank god for these two insomnias
and the difference between them.

Rumi