All the Colors

We need

all the hidden rainbows

that make the unseen seeable,

the unheard audible

the unknown possible.

Within me is a cornucopia of

peacock fireflies and ocean tourmaline tundra

the caramels of cream lattes,

the hues of delicate treading water,

244 personalities and counting…

I am a colorful conundrum,

a complex paint box.

Inside me is a history of marbles thrown across a distance,

kaleidoscope eyeballs

gathering glimmers and glints

from every paradoxical pigment,

a color warehouse

which still remains un-inventoried.

Within me,

Within you,

a whole map of terrain untraveled

draws new worlds

with the tip of a pen,

the swish of a paintbrush,

the cure of a heart -- curious enough

to acknowledge their existence.

The light that pours

down on darkness

and turns

even the tiniest star

into a galaxy of iridescence

where every color has a face,

a funny bone, a family,

and a purpose

to make the whole world luminous.

I Am

You Are

the flood of epiphanies

becoming flowers

in a forever

that wants to bloom on,

no matter

the silence it came from,

nor the blank page

that did not know

what it was about to become.