Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
- Don McLean
Words are the mirror of every soul. Even if we choose not to bare ourselves to everyone, our words are not so gracious. They share every emotion as intended, whether or not we like it. Here are some of my words... A small part of my soul..
Sunday, March 04, 2007
It's Time...
It's time, I know...
To go home now,
To shut the door;
And move on now.
But I pray to thee!
To wait a while!
Maybe only until...
The irises shine.
Black and white.
They look at me
As if they know,
what is inside me.
Pray wait awhile!
Pray wait with me!
If only until the moonlight shines again..
Upon your sweet face,
Turned down at me.
As you look at me,
with moistened eyes.
Pray wait for me!
Pray wait awhile!
It's only a matter of time,
Don't move on now.
Though the warmth says you must go...
It's only a matter of time until the mist returns..
Wait, wait awhile!
It's only a matter of time..
The darkness will hide us again!
To go home now,
To shut the door;
And move on now.
But I pray to thee!
To wait a while!
Maybe only until...
The irises shine.
Black and white.
They look at me
As if they know,
what is inside me.
Pray wait awhile!
Pray wait with me!
If only until the moonlight shines again..
Upon your sweet face,
Turned down at me.
As you look at me,
with moistened eyes.
Pray wait for me!
Pray wait awhile!
It's only a matter of time,
Don't move on now.
Though the warmth says you must go...
It's only a matter of time until the mist returns..
Wait, wait awhile!
It's only a matter of time..
The darkness will hide us again!
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