Nights bright

When night gets younger,

And brighter with the each

Passing hour,

The stars come out and glitter,

In a clear blue sky, stretched forever,

I am reminded of your oval face,

That shines like the new moon,

Over the ivy-covered old stone bridge,

On lonely winter nights, buffeted by

Screaming winds, roaming like a

Maniac here and there, searching

Something in the debris,

In an abandoned village,

Where a mad Van Gogh,

So goes the legend here,

Once painted furiously,

His frantic series of

Fav sunflowers,

That still dance in

The tranquil air,

On his canvasses,

Admired now---

Everywhere!