blue grass

i once dreamed of a color beyond the colors and when i woke up, I found it peeking out from behind my window, spiraling through the threads in my blanket and lifting off in light winds from the sound of your voice. the menagerie of my mind is full of bright winged birds, and with each trill of their melodies the color seeps deeper and deeper into the trees, the dirt, my veins. I examine my fingers closely, checking for the hue, keeping vigilante watch for the day when it will bubble up to the surface, spilling out through my fingernails and smearing brilliant vibrancy across the hem of my dress. A freckle on my foot looks a little darker this afternoon than it did last week.