Literature
The Starry Night
The view from your window was beautiful,
Would that I could have met you and talked,
Walking along the hallways of the asylum,
Just two broken souls sharing our thoughts.
I have been there friend and seen the stars,
I understand the yearning to go to them,
Rising like a pulsing from inside a dark void,
May they have been the last thing you saw.
I hope the cypress tree still grows strong,
Standing over the small village in the hills,
Guarded by mountains under a starry night.
Perhaps one day I will be there and salute you.
