I Watched Him Paint ‘A Starry Night’

I watched him gaze upon the scene,
I stood there by his side,
like a ghost in a forgotten dream,
never feeling a need to hide.

I watched him paint the sloping hills,
the wind-swept, rolling sky,
the moon and stars with practiced skills,
illuminating lights up high.

I watched him create the tall church spire,
pointing to the heavens above.
And the strange dark tree with flames of fire,
all painted upon canvas by a man unloved.