Van Gogh's Cigarette

 My love for Van Gogh and his Amazing Art ! Love everything about him and the short but impact filled life that he led .. 

On a star lit night I looked up to watch the enormous galaxies

The rain came down and the little droplets looked as if the stars were falling

I felt like a lone witness and wondered if anyone stopped to catch them

The wind was blowing and the night was dark..

I came out to have a menthol smoke at a lark !

A dove flew by, soaring in the sky enjoying its solitude,

The night had a language of its own one that I could interpret

There was a  hush hush among the leaves and  swirling all around

Almost like they kept a secret and I was the outsider

I lit my cigarette hoping they would not mind,

And to my sweet astonishment they were of a different kind..

My thoughts were calling out to me hoping I would hear them

I allowed some and abandoned the others

I felt their presence and knew they were feeling a little left out

But some thoughts are better left uninvited

I smoked on hoping to let go of regret with every little puff

Figured that life is about exhaling even though it often gets tough

The starlit night asked for my attention and I began to absorb its sparkle

With every little twinkle they had something to say

Make way for the newness, make way for the subtle

The dove asked me to fly, all seemed so surreal

 I could paint a paragraph on that dark blue, blossoming  sky

 And just then my cigarette burnt out, and I was left feeling ironically so high !!