Your eyes are Himalayan  blue, they mutate like the colors of sparkling stars to a silver cold planet. Your indifference defeats me until I am nothing more than an empty  vessel sailed  away to write love letters on diaphanous sails of a windward sloop. When your nights are long and you are far from home, you may find me in the brush of a homeless Chartreux winding about your feet or in the sunflower eyes  of a  gypsy girl waiting by the harbor.

Vincent Van Gogh