34. Stars
When I look skyward, Vincent,
I see tiny points of light —
Some bright, some faint —
Scattered across the deep indigo night.
I do not see fiery yellow spirals
Flaring against the myriad hues
Of rippling blue, that you see,
But I understand, I really do.
25 May 2013
Themes to come: 35. Hold My Hand; 36. Precious Treasure; 37. Eyes; 38. Abandoned; 39. Dreams
Explanation about the 100 poems challenge here.
Lucky you wrote this down, because if you had read it to him I am not sure he would have ‘eard.