This poem was inspired by Vincent van Gogh's Cafe Terrace at Night, one of my favortie pieces. I'm not sure of it's quality (then again, I am never sure with any of my poems), but you must judge for yourself.

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The Stars Above, Myself Far Under

The stars, they twinkle large and bright,

To guide their friends safe through the night.

They beckon me to travel near

So they can whisper to my ear

The secrets of the wishing wells

And where the magic sometimes dwells.

As old as time and beautiful as dawn,

As young and new as spring’s first fawn,

I’ll never lose my sense of wonder

With the stars above, myself far under.

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The murky blue of darkness

Mixes with the gray of street,

Blending with the brown of dirt below

That coats the traveler’s feet.

Though inky night obscures

All the things both far and near,

The silence of the night

Doesn’t bring about my fear.

Often I have walked this road

And will many times again

So timeless seems my journey,

Never having start or end.

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Golden pools of shining light,

So warm and welcoming,

Reaching out to passer-byes

And begging them ‘come in,’

A home, a haven from the dark,

A place where weary rest,

The café on the corner

Welcomes all, both worst and best

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Vincent, were you dreaming here?

Did you gaze upon these stars?

Did you walk upon these darkened streets,

Or view them from afar?

Did you swim in rapture through these lights,

A dweller in the splendor?

Or were you just a passer-bye,

Enjoying beauty’s lender?

You painted pure emotion,

Showing more than some might see.

Was this image from your dreams,

Or did it simply be?

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Well? What is your opinion? Please tell me. :)