Vincent Van Gogh, The Starry Night


In dark dreary suburbia

Lying under swirled sky starry bright

The lights are on but no one’s home

A church upright but unlit

Hidden light for the darkest sins

Wavy hills roll behind

Mixing like intertwined vines

Seemingly beyond

Or before

Rising above into the sky

Stands an object dark and green

Mysterious and unseen

Hoping not to stare

It is apparent what is there

Massive in size

Piercing the sky

Like a looming darkness ready to strike

Its eyes on the; church, still standing tall

The church fears no darkness

No matter what size

No matter on how high it may rise

Indifferent to them the sky you return to

Following the beginning of the strokes

Like a beaten path upon earths back

Through the yellows, greens, pinks, and blues

All these colors

Swimming in conjunction

Above the world

Conjoined with the stars

Everything hidden in the

Night.

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