If I am ever blind, I shall have seen
A jacaranda tree
Gem-crowned with amethyst, in symphony
With the startled blue of new Australian skies.
Before the colour dies
I shall not let the quick enchantment go,
But keep it in my eyes, so it may glow
Richly triumphant on a background jet.
When I am met
With darkness, darkness shall beauty be,
A backcloth for a jacaranda tree.
Gwen Belson-Taylor (published 1974)