Silver is the mirror, br Where colours cannot run br From one into another br For silver it has none br br Silver is a blackness br Which defies pure light to come br And when it does reflects it br Its image still as one br br So that when you look upon it br Your face it will become br Not in silver, but the colours, br With which your face does run br br Then with your world behind you br By light reflected one br Not in blackness, but in colours br You are colours of the sun br br All mirrors do remind us br That colour is the light br And that they do not see us br In the darkness of the night br br For colours are but energy br From the spectrum as it falls br On everything around us br Except, from silver balls br br The colours of the rainbow br The colours in the sky br The colours of our galaxy br Are in a baby’s eye br br Colours all around us br Enable us to see br That the world in which we live, is part of us, br Lifes chemistrybr br Egal Bohenbr br