(Starry Night on the Rhone by Vincent Van Gogh)
There is nothing to be afraid.
The night is your friend
My friend
Our friend
When the curtains of death close upon you
Think of the beige moon
Of heaven's high bowers that await
Your misty breath
Upon the icy petals
Of roses and dandelions
For there lies a brighter morrow
When the sun rises
In your final home
Where they all await
When silence stealthily creeps over all whispers
Just sing yourself this song
Fill the night with music
And travel on.
