Chasing Rainbows in the Moonlight
We don't see as many colors as a butterfly
And our minds paint emotions of many different colors
My mind does not see the many colors she sees
The colors she sees have no name
I can't see the colors you tell me or can identify them
But what you describe speaks of other unworldly tints
These in-between colors you speak of
Are not of this world
I can only surmise that you have tetra-chromat ability
But how could I have known you could see more colors than most people
I'm just glad you see me in any color
Very glad indeed
But you don't see the color blue which is curious, I query
But blue is blue, I said, like the sky, see?
And I pointed heavenward but she did not see the blue
The sky is not blue, she kept repeating, it is white
But what could have gone wrong with her eyesight, I asked?
I don't know but maybe it's not wrong,
Maybe it is right
We should all be blessed with her kind of gift
Swimming in her many different color truths
I engrossed myself in her curious gift
It seemed we were chasing rainbows in the moonlight
But that's love I told myself
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