Van Gogh learned from this sky,
this wind stretching his love
for fragile perfection.

Baloons are
misunderstood – nobody sees them
inside until they burst.
Nobody’s drawn
to a broken
baloon.

Flies make love on my hand
in a second.
How dare they remind me
how long I haven’t been loved …
Nobody’s drawn
to a broken
heart.

Don’t give in to silence!
Silence is fear.
To pray and to love
is to speak up.
Nobody’s drawn
to a broken
world.

I don’t need to ask
for permission
to be right,
I need a heart
that knows
I am right!

Before the world dies
Van Gogh will fall from the sky,
if only to paint the promiss
of cloudy
pearly
tears
in these eyes.