Starry,
Starry Night: A Star Wars Romance
Written
by: Sakura Solo
Disclaimer:
I do not own Star Wars!
OP: Vincent by Don McLean
Starry
starry
night
paint
your palette blue and grey
look
out on a summer's day
with
eyes that know the
darkness
in my soul.
Shadows
on the hills
sketch
the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in
colors on the snowy linen land.
And
now I understand what you tried to say to me
how
you suffered for your sanity
how
you tried to set them free.
They
would not listen
they
did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry
starry
night
flaming
flo'rs that brightly blaze
swirling
clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's
eyes of China blue.
Colors
changing hue
morning
fields of amber grain
weathered
faces lined in pain
are
soothed beneath the artist's
loving
hand.
And
now I understand what you tried to say to me
how
you suffered for your sanity
how
you tried to set them free.
perhaps
they'll listen now.
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;
But
I could have told you
Vincent
this
world was never
meant
for one
as
beautiful as you.
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 men in ragged clothes
the
silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie
crushed and broken
on
the virgin snow.
And
now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how
you tried to set them free.
They
would not listen
they're
not
list'ning
still
perhaps
they never will.