"starry starry night...."

The sound that echoed in the field,
The lead pellets that are buried in his chest still,
Were his savior, for he, they did not kill.
Though the shot was deadly,
Still the blood had flown very slowly,
His body took 2 days to stop its bloody cry,
In the end it understood his need,
His desperation to rise and to fly.
He crossed over, leaped into the unseen,
It was alot more than what he had imagined,
Was nowhere close to where he had been,
Brighter were the stars, bluer are the skies,
Better than his beautiful "Starry night",
He saw the sun rising over the mountains,
And slowly sinking into an ocean so wide,
A place to fall in love with, he had found,
The seas that don't beckon him to drown,
Or the hills that don't entice him to die,
Flowers that sing, colours that are alive,
Seas and trees were teasing him to again try,
12 sunflowers and lilacs, daisies and daffodils,
Sunset village, autumn lanes and old windmills,
Falling leaves, willows, hills and wheat fields,
Rivers that flow, landscape of snow,
Everything reincarnated, where he chose to go.
"fatal circumstances" and all that he had to see,
In the time he was here before he had to leave,
A grieving brother, in a lethal sorrow he sank deep.
On the walls and in our hearts he shall be,
In heaven made by angels,
is where he shall forever sleep.....
Though it was a life that defines tragic,
All he left behind was framed up magic....

(vincent van gogh.... birth of an art....)