Vincent
'...quenchless canvasses of twisted fire,' Mervyn Peake
Your vision was a beacon
gracing us with golden sheen,
your heart was dark and heavy
with redemption rarely seen.
You plumbed the incongruities
of faithfulness and fear,
you challenged life's inequities
so often with a tear
of sadness in your dream-dimm'd eyes
and shades of anguish too,
this world was never meant
for one as beautiful as you.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2015
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