Spectrum

Rumi says we are one, one with light.

I look up at you, baby blue sky, as my nutty brown hands blocking out the rays. Like the mole on my cheeks to be noticed and undisputed.

I hear my hum and green leaves swaying to the wind. Soft pearly tears run down my skin.

I sense the warmth but mostly I squint, only to see the governing light of white surround my veil. A wave of whispers traveled through.

Raindrops of violet blue, indigo red, green yellow and orange, land on my cheeks.

With a few words I say, baby, shine a light down on me, let me see my true colors.