Vincent

Melancholy Heart-

my love-

your mind troubles you so

but you swipe at the muttered curses,

the mumbling of your memories with hasty brushstrokes...

theskymovesinthenightandwhispersthesecretsoftheworld

Melancholy Heart-

my love-

you look through me more often

than you did before;

have I become your looking glass

or am I now the landscape?

thefieldsofwheatchatterinthewindanddancelikewavesofgold

Melancholy Heart-

my love-

you paint more out of fever than desire,

the hearth grows cold as your taper

melts

and forms moon puddles at your easel.

emptychurchwindowsreflectmyemptyeyes

Melancholy Heart-

my love-

butter yellow petals fall like tears

and you are finally at rest.

You left your paints out again my dear,

they've dried out...

dididoneenough?