Vincent

Starry,starry night

point your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer's day

with eyes that know

the darkness in my soul

shadows on the hills

sketch the trees and daffodilis

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in color on the snowy linen land

now i understand

what you tried to sing to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to sat them free

they would not listen

they would not know how

perhaps they listen now

starry,starry night

flaming flowers that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze

reflect in vincent's eyes of china blue

colours changing hue

morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain

are smoothed beneath

the artists' loving land...