These are the colours I’d give the day.
If I had crayons of the deepest white,
I'd save these all for the moonlit night.
If I had pencils in sepia brown,
Herein this manner I'd forge the town.
If I had paints of watery blue,
I'd sweep the sky from within this hue.
If I had pens in monochrome fill,
It's these I'd wash across every hill.
If I had brushes of satin sheen gold,
I'd stain bleak meadows to reflect its cold.
If I had charcoal in black like pitch,
Their tips I'd sharpen to shade my niche.
Alas it's purely my own mind's eye,
In my head alone do these tinctures lie.
