It was the night filled with the magic of tranquility, punctuated by the steeple of the village church;
All abodes have fallen asleep for there was only few flickering lamps lit like dimming stars;
Waving golden wheat fields now appeared as being painted deep dark blue.
Here and there are a few shrubs, mostly hedges around the houses of peasants can be distinguished
Against the distant hilly background,
Which appears to be smoothed out by the artist's brush strokes.
One tall evergreen tree is trying to reach heaven with all its stretch and might;
For the sky is filled with turbulent movements of stale air circulating around all brilliant stars.
Night clouds are going nowhere, just floating shaped in greyish curls like ghosts
Who are still haunting in the lonely homeless artist's soul,
Who lies down to rest under the pillow made out of rock,
thinking what his life would be like if he was born into the distant stars.
Then suddenly back to reality, he screams in pain,
Stars of heaven now you just all descend in my exploded head!
Oh, the great pain in my head!
Take me away, my companion pain
For good!
Don Nguyen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tribute-to-my-most-beloved-artist-van-gogh/
