Vincent

Starry starry night,
Paint your palette blue and gray,
Look out on a summer’s day.

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

Shadows on the hills,
Sketched the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In the colours on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free,
They would not listen,
They did not know how.

Perhaps they’ll listen now.

starry starry night,
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of China blue,
Colors changing hue,
Morning field of amber grain.

Weathered faced lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free,
They would not listen,
They did not know how.

Perhaps they’ll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true,
And when no hope was left in sight,
On the starry starry night,
You took your life,
As lovers often do.

But i could have told you,
Vincent,
This world was never meant for one,
As beautiful as you.

Starry starry night,
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.

Like the strangers that you’ve met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes, The silver thorn of bloody rose lie crushed and broken on the vitgin snow, Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free,
They would not listen,
they’re not listening still,
Perhaps they never will.

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