Into The Light

Swirling
Twirling
Stars
In midnight blue

Blue
Your eyes, your vision
For you, Vincent
The knife
Your ear
Your heart
Your life

For one
who saw everything
Was there really
Nothing
Anyone
(Including Theo, including God, including you)
Could do?

Every age
Has its outsiders

Every time
It’s luminaries
Etched
In light

Yet none so clear
As you
Shining in your
Starry, starry night

Each brush stroke
Soaked in light
Each heartbeat heavy
With the predestined knowledge
Of your flight

In memory of Vinent van Gogh, a tortured genius. With acknowledgement to the song ‘Starry Starry Night’ by Don Maclean