Starry Night

Today's poem comes courtesy of Emma, and it's based on Vincent Van Gogh's famous piece "Starry Night".  The poet Frank O'Hara said that "the soul grows in darkness, embossed by silvery images".  He was talking about the movies, but this poem captures the same feeling: how inspiration can visit us in quiet, darker times, as opposed to the bright light of day.  Notice how the only punctuation marks used accent the questions.

Full of wonder
While the quiet town sits
The sky without thunder
You bring a sense of rest
To the earth
Waiting for
The town's rebirth


Shadows creeping
In the distance
Mountains rise
And mountains fall
Still the little town waits
Ever silent, ever small


This night brings hope
To those who wander
Far beyond their dreams
For this night brings rest
And happiness
As it shows beautiful moonbeams


The only lights
are made from stars
The only beat
Is from a heart
The only sound
Is just a whisper
Until morning comes


The light from morning
Will soon light up
Every house
From every nook
Instead of swirls of light and dark
The town will be a giant spark


Is the morning really so great?
Or is the night a place to create?
Where darkness lurks
So do dreams
Where stars are present
So are screams
This starry night
Was made
For those with hope