Its winter here in Australia so sunshine is in somewhat of a short supply. That said all I can do is share a poem I first heard on Joan Baez's Baptism album all those years ago that touched me and has forever cast a ray of sunshine over my heart and being.

Colours.

When your face

appeared over my crumpled life

at first I understood

only the poverty of what I have.

Then its particular light

on woods, on rivers, on the sea,

became my beginning in the coloured world

in which I had not yet had my beginning.

I am so frightened, I am so frightened,

of the unexpected sunrise finishing,

of revelations

and tears and the excitement finishing.

I don't fight it, my love is this fear,

I nourish it who can nourish nothing,

love's slipshod watchman.

Fear hems me in.

I am conscious that these minutes are short

and that the colours in my eyes will vanish

when your face sets.

Cheers,

Andrez