Never borrowed a line before
But a world away
Seems Paul Auster
Unwittingly wrote about me

His "consolation of colour"
Is the story of my life
Through all my searchings
Color has always been there

Since my earliest days
I have been asking
How to communicate the colour
Persisting through joy and gloom

To pass on the comfort
Of a burning yellow sunshade
Flowers in unlikely blues
Combined with an infinity of greens

Can I open up the world's eyes
To the balm of colour
Patiently taking me by the hand
Across the dark inner valley of my soul?

October 2001