Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

For they could not love you, but still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night You took your life as lovers often do…

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen they're not listening still…

Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

At present, I am a poet trying to be a soldier. To tell the truth, I am not interested in writing nowadays, except in so far as writing is the expression of so…

Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir, a la chandelle, Assise aupres du feu, devidant et filant, Direz, chantant mes vers, en vous emerveillant: 'Ronsard me c…

Ballet for a rainy day Silent film of melting miracle play Dancing out there through my window To the backdrop of a slow descending grey