A calm, serene night
filled with radiant stars.
The comforting light of the moon
enlightening the quaint, peaceful village beneath it.
A mountain reaching for the sky.
No constraints, only freedom.
The painting calls towards her
and promises endless possibilities.
Happily she stretched her arm and reached for the stars.
An unrestful, uneven, swirling blue sky
with stars that seem to pathetically illuminate
and a moon that only enlightens so much.
A sad, little village encompassed by darkness.
Neither the stars nor the moon are able to enlighten the people.
A foreboding mountain, crooked and distorted
almost as if it is mocking him.
Painted from the view of an asylum room
it reminds him of freedom lost.
She looks and sees possibility.
He looks and sees a prison.
Both people, the same painting.
The same starry night.
