Best Poems Written by Adaia Yzobelle

Stars of Vincent

Here comes another night

And I found myself staring at the moonlight;

Asking for the number of stars

Dreaming to reach them no matter how far.



Every other night, the stars are the same

They all remind me of a name;

Someone whom I used to know

Who calls himself Vincent van Gogh.



Vincent loves the stars

And for that he became one;

He seems so close and yet so far

Like the moon and the blazing sun.



He's out of my league, I must say

Someone like Vincent is never for me;

He's like the star shining up there

I'm just nobody staring from here.



I used to wonder if we're looking at the same star

Or if he's staring at the other or at the rest of the stars that there are;

Or maybe those stars remind him of someone else

Or perhaps, just perhaps, we could be like in fairy tales.



It is just another night

But the thought of it remains the same;

Still the stars remind me of him

Still they spell out his pseudonym.


Vincent.

Copyright © Adaia Yzobelle | Year Posted 2016