starry night

I sit in Amstel Area with the reflection of Vincent’s starry night in my eyes
It surrounds and fills me better than any museum could
The real image sits in MOMA’s cocoon
Yet when I walk the canal and dam square it’s like what he tried to show is there
I can’t seem close my mind knowing we must say goodbye
I wonder what Vincent felt the story goes he felt soul in the trees
So powerful he had to create amasterpiece when he left this world
He left art like a discovered pearl
The blue turns to black
I can’t forget the bad
Maybe I’m not satisfied
Maybe this is the reason I can’t get this life right
It’s lonely even to be free
Yet the sadness in Vincent left him confused
He was crazy and depressed
Even these demons get the best
Again I failed the test
Couldn’t see all I wanted
And the lost dreams keep me feeling haunted
I long for a love like I crave Winkel 43 and a piece of Amsterdam’s best apple pie
I like long for him to sit by my side
I don’t want to close my eyes
Maybe that’s the different between me and Anne Frank
Even in her darkest hour she never surrendered to the dark power
She wrote a diary and a book of beautiful sentences when the Nazi’s robbed her life bank
She still found a way to keep her strength
Even in the tour between beauty and madness
We are forever reminded of gentle grace
Oh sweet angel lead the way
You called me to Amsterdam
It’s not about holding all your dreams in your hands
It’s about holding onto the love as the pieces crumble in to sand
Finding calmness in an earth that’s easy to make us mad
It’s about the girl with the pearl earring and knowing the secret in her smile
In the end it’s all the same the secret lies in the beholder of the eyes
Just as I sit reflected by vincent’s Starry night
The swirling yellow and the blue
A mapped out truth
Is everything that lies between me and you.