Unseen Colors

I think that you have butterfly eyes.

They don’t seem special;

They’re just a plain gray

But you see things that others can’t

You find splendor in things called plain

You love things that others reject.

You told me once that

Butterflies

Can see more colors

Than we can.

There are hues in this world

That we’ll never imagine,

Snatches of beauty

We never will grasp.

The world is made of them

They’re all around us

Invisible lovelies

As thick as the air

But we walk right by—

We never stop

We never realize

We stick to our own little rainbow paint charts

Never looking for unseen colors.

People always thought you were plain

Nothing impressive

Nothing important

But I know that you’re made of things

That others can’t even dream.

And maybe your eyes aren’t gray.

Could be they’re a color I just can’t see.