Van Gone

The bells ring,

And instantly, I’m back in Arles.

The wind is here,

And no one quarrels 

About the things that should have been.

But there is grief.

There is sadness here,

Because the madness was so great,

To such degree,

And yet your greatness,

So yet to be seen.

But this is how it’s affected me:

That everyone I meet in Arles,

I treat as if I already see

The genius spark

That they must carry deeply unseen 

Within their hearts.

And when I speak, I can only say,

“So lovely you are to me....”

-jenn