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Sunday, February 12, 2012

Starry Night

Starry Starry Night.
As I paint a portrait 
with my words.
I watch the angels play.
Spirits speak the mysteries
of the day and I listen
to their spiritual mystic. 
When I wake to see the sun rising.
I wonder how to fly 
just as I have in my dreams.

Starry Starry Night
An overwhelming darkness
In the sky with stars 
that shine O so bright.
The light in my heart
like a shining star 
In the dark sky above.
I am the artist who
paints without a brush.

Starry Starry Night
A mysterious scene.
Stars that shine on me
that existed generations
before the artist you see.
But gone in the timeless sea.
Somehow still the light 
manages to find little ol me.

Starry Starry Night
I thank God for the canvas
bestrode upon me.
Like a gift for us all to see.
Starry night, I welcome you
with my heart not eyes.
Watch over the artist
until his demise 
where he too can join
the great canvas in the sky
and the world can watch
his star shine bright and true.
Starry Starry Night 
I thank you.

Nick Ade The Poet © 2010


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