Saturday, November 25, 2006
8:24 PM
A Starry, Starry Night
(Inspired by "Vincent" by Josh Groban)
I look up
to the Heavens
and see
opulence of black
blue, and dazzling yellow
yet no white at all.
For white is gone
White cannot be seen
she chooses not to be seen
Pity
Once cherished
no longer there
no longer treasured
no longer wanted
no longer cared.
Swirling
spinning
soaring
falling
though the clouds that spiral in
a paling eternity
Dropping
dipping
drifting
dancing down
through the
night sky
of obsidan streaked with navy and
faded with charcoaled swirls.
I once remembered as I looked into this sky
and saw nothing.
The sky convinced me that
she held nothing
as if she'd been chasing me away.
Wanting
to look back
to not be convinced to give up
and then, slowly
turning away and leaving.
Everytime I was chased away
Filled with disappointment
and regret
for what was it I couldn't see?
And what was it i did not want to see?
Had I been turning away too much?
Had I believed that I could see?
Many look to the skies
and see
a sky devoid of anything.
A black canvas
dotted with little pricks
of white and yellow.
Many look to the skies and see
what I'd seen.
What I chose to see.
Many choose to see nothing.
And then I looked up one night.
And instead of seeing a night devoid of
everything
I saw instead
A starry, starry night.
Telling the others why
was not easy
For they turned away
Some gave up,
never to look again
never to hope for anything
to believe.
Some hid away, behind a mask
tricked themselves, tricked me
that they could see.
Some kept on going
they'd never listen
and keep staring
and staring
not giving up
wanting to see
but never seeing.
They never listened.
O Night! Show them
show them.
Let them learn,
let them know.
Let them believe
Let them hope.
Let them see.
Perhaps.
They will learn.
Perhaps.
They will know.
Perhaps.
One they they will see.
Despair
Grief.
Impatience.
Desperation.
Why can't they see when I can?
Why can't they see what I can?
Why can't they see if can?
I tried to tell them
And they wouldn't say.
I tried to ask them
And they wouldn't tell.
Perhaps
I shall no longer see.
Perhaps
If by this
I can no longer see
and will never know
If I will never again hope
never again believe
Impossible.
I want to see.
And they wouldn't tell...
Farewell..
I look up
For what others see as the last
But I see as the beginning
of an eternity
of knowing
hoping
believing.
Perhaps they will listen.
Perhaps they may never.
I look up
and see
A starry, starry night.