Vincent's Works Poem by TIMOTHY KNIGHT HILL

Looking at Vincent's work I must have been him in a past life. Madness in the Mind an empathic soul that can't seem to process all his pain. I see you in his Daubigny's Gardens. I see you in his Starry Nights. I see you in his Sunflowers. I see your beauty in all his works. I gave you all that was me. I gave you all that was in me. Yet you couldn't see me. You couldn't feel me. You couldn't love me, Looking at Vincent's self portrait. I see my cerulean eyes starring back at me. I must have been him in a past life. my works today are in words, hidden never to be seen. I see you in his Irises. I see you in his Couple Walking In The Tees. I see You in his Entrance to the Park in Arles. I see your beauty in all his works. I gave you all that was me I gave you all that was in me. Yet you Couldn't see me. You couldn't feel me. You couldn't love me. Yet I gave you my mind, body and soul.