Van Gogh' Starry Night

Van Gogh's night

On a starry night he walked
to the foot of a leafless birch
The moon cascaded its light.
It was the bluest of the blue on that night.

The steeples rose and the roofs
were bathing in  serenading blue.
His fevered brow felt the icy calm.
His eyes closed and took in the sky,

in one quick breath the universe wrote
the entire saga of his life
on the canvas he carried on his tired back.
It was a delirium of blue on the palette and the sky.

He dipped the brush in blue
and let it swirl in spiraling strokes.
Dipped again in amber and let the birch rise
in a leafless glory ascending to the sky.

It was a night when the agony
turned into a raging flight
to tear the veil of reality.
And the sky answered to his fanatical dream
of  ending the world of duality.