Images are varied, sights of many hues
Depending where we’re standing, we see different views
Our world though many coloured, may appear as black and white
With nothing quite in focus, or all etched sharp and bright
 
Have you ever sat and thought of how this world would be
If all was dark instead of light and we couldn’t see
How then would we picture things? Things that were not real
Things we couldn’t taste or touch, the things we only feel
 
I do not see in pictures, in shades of red and blue
An image is what I perceive, a glimpse of what is true
Metaphorical descriptions are really all I see
Images within my head reflecting what may be
 
They may be dim and dusty, they may be crystal clear
They may give us a warning or shew there’s naught to fear
Images aren’t visual, it’s feelings that they shew
They let us know just what we think or what we think we know
 
They sometimes shew what is or was or so it seems to me
We only see from where we are and not where we would be
Another place at which to stand may change what we can see
Another place, another scene, a new reality
 
Can they help us to take hold, to grasp what we should know?
Can they help us understand, or shew us how to grow?
Each image is a lesson, so let us use them well
And listen to what each one says, what each one has to tell