Vincent van Gogh: Visitor Submissions

Starry, starry night
Who can tell what morning brings
Will the coming light
Steal the sky or grant you wings

As the lonely moon
Lights the darkness for the tear
Sadly out of tune
The voices sing that they may hear

Clouds forever shield
The promised rising of your sun
Storms will always build
To cleanse us of the gifted one

Like a bird in nest
You shield your youngsters from the rain
In eternal rest
You call them from the earthly pain

With a swirling flight
You've left them with the wings to fly
Starry, starry night
They climb before our blissful eye