Looking for quietudeIn the chaos and clamourSounds of silence call
Not swords nor cannons
Only twenty six letters
Enough to change all
There is fire, they said
Where there’s smoke. No one said that
Hearts go up in smoke too.
My love is the oceanYours the wind. If only a Storm would conspire now.
A haiku for Vincent Van Gogh
He saw in the starswhat mere mortals never couldVincent, an angel