a soaring dream


by Vincent can Gogh

Just be your self danny,

the icon of a soaring dream,

a staunch symbol of the dragon

which hides upon your sleeve.

Your shoulder where there lay,

A kinder version of creation,

That beauty called perfection made of clay.

Dedication


by Vincent van Gogh

The realest poems I do write,

They hide in chests unopened,

Locked away never to be read,

By the subjects about whom I’ve spoken.

 

The lovers who have done me wrong,

And the friends who haven’t a clue,

Of the pain and suffering I incur.

Why don’t they just leave me alone?