Upon the canvas white, was given to us this night an offering
called A Starry Night.

His story yet untold his name would be van Gogh .

By a Lane Near Aries covered in Autumn Leaves.
Stood the Farmhouses among the trees.

A Peasant Woman stood in a Field of Wheat while Irises
Bloom about her Feet.

He by himself would never know just how far his fame would grow.

How great was the disaster of this colorful master.
He fought for his death as it could not have came faster.

So great was his strife that late one night he cut off his ear with a razor
knife .

They took him away and in a room he would stay to paint
Starry Night just before the break of daylight.

I'm sure he felt there was nothing left so he took a gun
shot himself.

Now while in his brothers arms he laid never again to
witness the day.

He's now found the peace that he couldn't before and left great works of
art that can't be ignored.

Now and again on a starry night you can look at the heavens and
still see his light.


By
retiredintheusa