On Starry Nights

What of a starry, starry sky that bids our wishes travel high Swirling yellow blinking wonders erasing thoughts of all past blunders Silhouettes of living forms witness the nights of whimsy norms Above the city stars casts their spells and traveling lights become wishing wells Where do our wishes go come morn when from night’s sky the stars are torn Will they land tumbling on rolling hills or on a church steeple… hopeful still What of these starry, starry nights? Vincent Van Gogh, in paint, gives life ©Debra Squyres 2015/01/03