STARRY NIGHT BY VINCENT VAN GOGH

Did God upon
His Heavenly throne
Give such gifts
But with loneliness torn  ?
The genius to burn
Its fingers stroke
The canvas seduced
Within his work.

The starry night
Artist alone
Solitude drenched
Through flesh to bone
Each star a tear
Which doesnt fall
Yearns for love
Landscape born.

Rolling fierce
Throughout the sky
Each a bleeding
Scornful eye
The tumbling soul
Of mortality pines
For hope in hands
Before it dies.

Fevered brow
Oh idle breeze
In hours locked
Leaves to trees
Pounding thought
Feet to ground
This starry night
Without sound.