Of distance and sorrow

As if the wait of nights is not enough
When daylight shines a little too rough
Agony is portrayed vaguely in this letter
Dance with my tear she'll explain it better

Perhaps a stroll along the morning meadow
Flowers of sun shining of royal yellow
Dear Vincent perfection in that colour you found
And mine in beauty's arms, not on the ground

What if i spoke to you about her divinity
My tales alone will gift your spirit serenity
But never will comfort in my soul reside
As long as there's walls around us to hide

Away from the lurkers of love's atheist
My mexican diva with you I am happiest 
Yet away when in cursed times of distance
I lose myself, for you're all of my existence