The church sat underneath the swirling blue

After Van Gogh's 'The Church at Auvers'

The church sat underneath the swirling blue
and resonant sky. The roof and the flowers sang
in pentatonic scales, the yellow flowers
had five petals. I could hear the ringing bells

and bees move in the air, the Sunlight moves
on the paths like the people. Window arches
open into architectures, the choirs
emanate a ritual. I am in love with her

and the nostalgia for a prayer. Remember
when she sang the aria? Lo! she appears
like rays of a star, her voice is of a mode

beyond this text. The pink flow of Sunshine
pierces the stained-glass window, I am in love
with the ascending melody that she sings.