
by Vincent van Gogh
Oh, night sky of swirling clouds,
stars ablaze, their luminescence shares
the bright crescent moon.
Exaggerated, in constant motion
every curve tracing, connecting
star-to-star; dot-to-dot with each star.
Your beauty takes hold.
Beneath the sweeping hill on the horizon,
the town rests. Peacefully flowing,
from building-to-building your colors are
cool, dark, fiery spires, streaking windows,
evoking memories of the embrace of home.
By-gone days. Imagination plays
in the dark, starry sky. The church steeple
beckons the people to notice her magnificence,
casting a shadow of security onto the town.
Within her size is a sensation of seclusion!
Isolation.
Curving to mimic the sweeping sky.
Adding depth to life, hidden within each of us.
We discover our mountain. Our obstacle.
Oh, starry night, your beauty takes hold!
**Van Gogh painted Starry Night while in an Asylum at Saint-Remy in 1889.
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day #22 : “Star ______”