Joan

So, I see their easels at the water from the window

I know his is not as his is never with them

Seven years I've watched them sadly

Watching with them, understanding

Joan, my head hurts, my head hurts

Joan, I must close the curtain

They will come back in the evening

See the way the sky is changing

Can you see the colors?

He would say to me

Well, of course, I see the colors

Sea is silver, red and white

And no, you don't look, you don't see

No, you don't look, you don't see

In the squares of sun

Slanted on the floor

Slanted over my feet, Joan

This is how he painted me

A halo round me like our lady

Bathed his brush in sun

And blurred my faults away

Joan, the sunlight the sunlight

Joan, I must close the curtain