This was written from the POV of Vincent Van Gogh, with the help of his letters to get an idea of how he spoke (at least in translation). The title comes directly from one of his letters and the last line was his last words.
The Eternal Problem of Colors
En plein air
Let’s plant our easels
Together against the wind!
Migrated to the south to find
My Japanese dream in Provence
Raving mad oleanders shadowed by
A funereal cypress under a yellow sky
We mad wretches delight in our eyesight
Play Wagner in Louis XV green and malachite
Wheat fields, golden to red and smelling of thyme
Olive trees shift from silver-grey to blue, now black.
The power to create is greater than my life,
To make my jealous pictures speak!
The night you left is a blank in my mind
All painters are mad but the doctor
Is more ill than the artist.
Say I feel it deeply, tenderly
The sadness will last forever.
Laleh the Wayfaring Ghost 
Magnificent!
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His greatest painting, many, and I, think. Dominated by the live sky-dome of stars, fields of energy twisting, growing, ever active, & the church-small, crushed, dark, closed.
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