An Ode to Vincent van Gogh

Dear Vincent
What were you thinking on that starry night
As you painted the view from your room in the asylum
Were you thinking about how far the stars were
And hoping you could be as far from there as they were
Or were you thinking about your paints
The bright yellows and oranges to go with the blue
The paint that you swallowed hoping it would color the grayness of yourself
But my dear Vincent you were never gray
You were yellow as bright as the stars
A blue as deep and rich as the night sky
Vincent you had all the color you needed
And yet you never seemed to think so
So you painted yourself red and let your skin go gray
As your soul went to the same stars you once loved