Asylum at St. Remy

I wish I had lived in your time
Brought you my knowledge of Lithium
Or my psychiatric nurse’s listening ear.
But then,
Your brush may have never gone awry
Painting battle skies
Beams shooting willy- nilly
Stars skipping across canvas pinwheels
Clouds dripping cerulean blue
On the sleeping village

Rampant unspent energy
Jailed between earth and sky
Madness lingering
Behind the orb’s smile

What was it like?
Staring into the night
Through asylum glass
Tapping out
The SOS of your soul?