The Starry Night looked down on her-
“I know it said-I know”-
Your Cypress tree was younger then-
Your Wheat fields Gold and Yellow-
The Sunrise was your Harvest-
The Moonrise filled with Love-
You dreamed of Stars-and Venus danced
Inviting you to join her.
She turned to leave-
Then turned again-
“Remember me ” He said-
“Plant Sunflowers in your Garden-
Paint Pictures in your Head.”