Behold

Behold
By Evelyn Evans
01.09.07


I look unto the heavens
A black abyss of sky
And ask myself, “how and why?”

Swirling sea in color
Drawn into whorls of imagination
How did a dream, those studded burning orbs of yellow,
Come upon such a simple fellow?

Cypress yearning, steeple in distress
Hills and atmosphere roll onto an invisible shore
Why do they reach, and what for?

His eyes saw differently than most
The poor were captivating
Stars had lives of their own
Finding splendor in the ordinary became his mission
Van Gogh’s extraordinary vision