Like Van Gogh's sky.

Your name is written upon my heart
What more of me would you ask?
I carry you every place I go
And see your face in stars.

Now this is what I ask of you:
to stir the eyes
that see every day as new
as rain--
the dewy,
gentle,
kissing kind.

As sunshine droplets
and candy trees,
fountains that pour music,
statuary that giggle.

Ice cream cones that drip my name
upon the concrete
in swirls and flourishes
like Van Gogh's sky.

Cry with me
this once
and never will I wish you cry
again.