Walking through your minds eye
your strokes are a mighty flush
holding our hearten thoughts
to blend with yours
as we go by....
Vincent, your mighty brain
sees the world as no one can
brilliance was the day
you decided
to paint....
Your strokes glamour the poor
the trees and leaves devour once more
walking through time makes one see, how mighty
may your system thus carry on and be, in your task at hand
that we may understand, walking through your paintings once
in your mind's eye..sealed shut in a great life changed our lives forever...
Drawing your curtain for all to see
your love of stillness returned
hushed as the forest
as a strange cry
as we walk
willingly
Vincent.....
Paint from the grave side
paint from the moors
hold our hearts
so lovingly
Vincent
Van
Gogh....
Debbie Brooks 2014