STORY OF THE PAINTER

Picture courtesy www.brendannolan.ie


Sometimes,
When it is pitch
Dark,
A flurry of
Colours scurry
Out from within.


Sometimes,
When it is pitch
Dark,
All you see is
The colour black.


Dark or otherwise
There’s still colour
In there,
Imagine there were
None.


It is never about
The colours to
Begin with,
You are the only
Colour that matters.