Starry Night

Stars swirl and turn like a pool of quick sand Leaving gold dust in the darkening sky Flickering and burning til’ the world’s end Scattered like the homey towns in Versaille Supernovas in the inky darkness Quietly they thrive and shine the brightest Depressed, somber, and filled with loneliness Shedding light, they are always the greatest Perhaps they are who I am, what I am An Artist with the sky as my palette Finishing tubes of oil paint gram by gram Here, out of town, completing this sonnet This is my life, my story full of woe Of the delusional Vincent van Gogh