Our world, so full of images,
images perceived from various
colours or hues;
black, brown, yellow,
orange, red, or blue.
Images that speak
with a voice of colour,
and images that sing
with the majestic hues
of earthy browns
and spiritual blues.
We listen as the voice
of nature speaks,
through its seasonal
change in time,
and we listen to the
symphony of the rainbow,
as it plays its prelude
of orchestrated light,
dancing across the sky.
And yet,
we paint the void
of our darkness,
with the voiceless
colours of our minds;
painting the empty spaces,
with hues as intoxicating
as wine.

1991 Jim Cain