Above the din of the traffic
Orion and the crickets
stare curiously at my tired silence.
The glorious embracing sky
reminds me of the joy and freedom
that's vague like a hope or a distant memory.
The lone conifer
towers high and pierces through
like what Van Gogh saw on that starry night.
The softness that I feel in my palm
betrays the strength and sanity
of the love that walks besides me... you.