“I wish I could describe to you these colors I see”
Says the boy with barely the vocabulary to
Fathom the fingers on his hand.

The colors that pulsate,
Wither, trembling with the tremors of
Stark contrast that flow through them.

Blinding, fading,
Till I can only try to hold them while they flow out
Through the space between my fingers.

Have you ever fallen in love with the Universe?
It’s a beautiful feeling,
Your soul surrounded by stars and the walls are made of galaxy.
No capes and no wings need to line your sides.

A gift.
And you stand there,
Rising from a river of blessings.
Jade and amber studding the water’s edge.

Chosen.