A little Comfort

the-starry-night

One of the most difficult things to do is to paint darkness which nonetheless has light in it. (Vincent Van Gogh)

Stars were already shining
before I was born.
It seems they always will,
but they will also die,

and the moon will fall from the sky,
and the Sky too will close His eyelids.
Don’t ask me why
I feel so scared in the dark.

But I’m not alone.
I have found a hand to hold
and a little comfort
in the light of your Heart.

~

illustration: Starry Night over the Rhône
(Vincent Van Gogh, 1888)

Not Too Late

Instead of watching tv
I could have gone to your garden.
There you had grown sunflowers
and planted a walnut tree.

But I did not care at all
and didn’t try to cross the wall.
The walnut tree was cut down,
sunflowers turned all to dust,

and now, you’re so far away.
Unsaid words weighs heavy
on my heart. Yet I still dare
to hope it’s not too late.

Daddy! What a wonderful garden!

~

illustration: the Gardener
Georges Seurat (1884-83)

Clumsy and sad

I saw
the grace of blue lakes,
two-way mirrors reflecting the sky
and beyond,

and I stood amazed.

I saw
the beauty of mountains
high and silent peaks resembling
majestic kings that filled me

with wonder.

But I did not see
I was trampling a tiny flower
as white as an angel’s wing
and I feel clumsy

and sad.

~

Pic du Midi d’Ossau (Pyrénées, France) © 2016 – F.G.M.