Brilliance

There's a river by the meadow in the valley on the trail

And we stopped and smelt the rain there as it fell upon the dale

And the sun beamed off the water and the light shone through the mist

And there beside the riverbank we twined our arms and kissed.

As we gazed between the clearing of the forest and the trees

The light became a spectrum holding still within the breeze

The colors of the rainbow in a vivid presentation

But in her voice I felt therein a pain of consternation:

Do you see that color there just underneath the violet?

Below the arc a color I'd not seen on autopilot

A tint of maybe yellow greenish mauve or purple gleaming

I squinted sensing: not so much a color as a feeling.

I wonder what its name might be, she asked and squeezed my side

And I didn't have an answer and there wasn't one to find

And we looked upon this color, and how it glowed persisting

And humanity won't even acknowledge it existing.

The color of the underdogs now gleams within my heart

For everyone whose talent shines, but no one sees their art

For the people who can blend in without needing a disguise

The beauty that can glow so bright without being recognised.

There's a river by the meadow in the valley on the trail

And we stopped and smelt the rain there as it fell upon the dale

And the sun beamed off the water and the light shone through the mist

And there beside the riverbank we twined our arms and kissed.