I Can Feel the Color

I think I’m on the other side of the rainbow whenever I look at you. Not above it, not somewhere holy, just past the place where the colors stop explaining themselves. Your face turns the room into something I can enter. The old blue disappears from the corners first, then from my hands. I slide down a beam of light and stumble to a halt beside your shoulder. My stomach is full of butterflies, small and badly organized, all of them trying to become one clear feeling. I, I can feel the color. I, I can feel the color. Can you feel it too? I hope you do. Look, there is red in the curtains, gold along the floor, a green I have never seen until you turn your head. I don’t know what this is called. I only know it keeps happening: I look at you, and the world forgets how to be dull. I, I can feel the color. Even with my eyes closed. I, I can feel the color. Can you feel it too...? Please say you do... Stay there a moment. Don’t move the light... I’m still learning how to stand inside it. So stay here a moment with me Stay in the light with me. I hope you see what I see... I, I can feel the color. I, I can feel the color. Even when the room goes quiet. I can feel the color. Can you feel it too?