Van Gogh

Realities: --- break ---

Van Gogh --- break ---

O painters maid,
Fallen beyond my grasp,
What wanton thoughts did lead me,
Had broken me at last.

I strode stubbornly away,
No glance to be returned,
I lost a silent sad sigh,
Across the threshold of goodbye.

Amidst the darkening shadows,
My lonely last redoubt,
Crumbled beneath your fateful smile,
From your long glance, held out.

Pausing in the dry cold air,
I whispered your name to the wind,
Lamenting I left you there,
And made a promise, yet to be.