I want to paint planets spinning side by side in the midnight sky. I want to paint a brilliant, blue bike, racing with rage round the rocky road. I want to paint a bumblebee buzzing outside the window, where the morning frost still decorates the grass.

I want to paint the sun creeping slowly over the horizon. I want to paint a rainbow, sprawling colours around the globe like melting crayons. I want to paint the inky black sky that holds a torrent of jewelled stars.

I want to paint a zebra with stripes that are jet-black like dark shadows on white snow. I want to paint the sound of smooth jazz while I sit calmly in the gentle breeze. I want to paint the taste of chocolate ice cream, while it’s dripping from the crunchy cone.

I want to paint a volcano just as it erupts with lava. I want to paint a tall, skinny model walking down the red carpet runway. I want to paint the end of this poem…