Heading On

Heading On

Far from home in the rains
the road is straight and wide
and that's the only road the traveler knows
and though the lamp posts light it all along
I must rest before I go.

Summer or winter or heavy rains
Your home is always there
With shutters down, and frilled curtains glimmering behind the lowered rims
and a light flickering inside its heart
Just a speck, a tiny dot
Enough to warm a frozen being

Deep in these woods the path can't be seen
Weeds and undergrowth have covered it all
Flowers with their enticing yellow arrest the sight, leave a drunken stupor and stop the breath.
Your trees have taken a touch of the blue and a delicate pink.
Truly, you have entered the heart of heaven O Vincent Van Gogh.
Who the woman was whom you took there in this moment of bliss, the world may never know.