on a july 29th into a stary stary night…
in death travel to the star so bright.

iris painted in blue
china blue as your eyes.
sunflowers yellow and full faced
as the first vincent william…

dutch master, french impressionist
in the yellow house w/red bedspread…
from theo’s embrace
or your name sake kissed.
red rose in the flower bed
among the great you’ve taken your place.

you long for the land where cherry blossoms fall
and the watery garden’s of your contemporary
or the high kicking dancers of another small giant
the ravens from your golden fields call
not content to be ordinary
from the razor sharpened by flint
one less ear to see the colours of the night
an eye in absence to taste the sounds so light
in death you travel into the stary stary flight.

the stary stary night...
the colour you painted so bright.

vincent...


(i'm no e e cummings but rather a would be artist. a likely creator overshadowed by the story of rae a fashion designer in the "back street*" of my life. the number one diva to me for a lifetime -- susan hayword... i'm a sucker for a sultry red head w/bedroom eyes... from "jane froman", to "i want to live" when i grew up this was the deviner of excellence.)