van Gogh stares into the distance
the trees darken into piercing towers
the moon is the color of a smile
the night whirls with his thoughts
the houses lie
beyond reality's reach

I stare into the distance
within arm's reach
but not wthin the will's
the inkwell's darkness folds into itself
as often as the stars collapse
until its point pierces an eye
that is no longer there

Awake! You lazy pen who gives me nothing..
You fingers parlyzed

Awake!  You stubborn thoughts who lie in puddles..
Refusing to cooperate when all I ask is such an easy task,

Give ear to all the world encompassing your gifted sight

Stoke the fire that burns wthin the ashes of your heart

Beat out a tune for all of those who live to write

Will you keep me watching in the dark          
mirror, as her eyes they stare at you,                          
A little clearer, wthin the reach of your window pane, forever looking into the grain. Though one not seek, deeper to what  stands afar. The keeper of the light were searching  for.              
The clouds are floating through the
midnight skies. While the old bright sun still shines upon til another day I hear the sounds of the earth coming out at night and if you listen a little closer you can still hear the stars speak at night while there shining bright for you and me. The keeper of the light were searching for. Time keeps going on it moves oh so fast. Ole lighthouse still stands a keeper cant seem to last. Ever faithfull through storm and shine, climb the tower at night, high to the heavens so you feel the height,  oh keeper now. It's the keeper of the light were searching for..