POEM
The silence of the world
immolates
sunflowers desperate to bloom
The mother could not hear
yet bore a son unable to be deaf
to this world’s screams
Hollow souls
wandered round you
in Arles’s terrifying sun drenched fields
Colors to which
they were blind
you could see… to your eternal blight
I think of you
Burning wondrous flame
you gave yourself to fire this inert world
Love consumed
your solitary bed
Your poverty birthed the masses’ wealth
My burden
paltriness itself beside your own
My smile barely etched, beside your Dionysian laugh
Our world yet doomed
to seek gold’s gleam in mud
and dream its trough of slops a silken bed
It cannot hear
the music of the spheres
that wretched souls as you could not forget
…Would that I might temper my own sight
reveal the meanest part of all the beauty in this life
Forget all else, be true, and paint my life with inner light.
