Glares of starburst in the sky,
Hover over the dim candles of homes below.
Bright they shine while
Clouds try to to blow them away.
Colors bounce from star to star,
Moving as fast as the moon will let them.
The living trapped by their worldly needs,
Never looking at the restless creation.
Though the town is in their dreams,
The creator of the restless sky lie awake.
-Paulene, 9th grade
I found this today in my “memory box”. I’m a semi-hoarder. Also, I just read Van Gogh’s biography so I thought I’d share.. 🙂