Visions of Van Gogh

Assumptions, swirling overcast skies
Clouding our ability to measure
Theories need proof, but not we,
humans, born of uncertainty,
searching the world for treasure
Presume love
A root takes hold
Assume fear, forget to water
the sun’s flowers
Instead, presume, be bold
As mothers say,
Listen to your heart
its vivid colors, true
Assumptions live within, depart
down endless corridors with curved window panes
releasing memories into hues of yellow and blue
darkness dwindling in dreams
Presume instead,
Let doubts fall away like dead leaves
Or never live
The tree’s roots are deep
full of mysteries I have yet to seek on distant shores
I assumed,
but I was wrong
Love was mine along.

Photo by Miriam Clifford