Hidden river
One night I had a dream
about a yellowy-green
which was not my favourite colour,
not even close,
but I had a revelation
about beauty overlooked.
It was late afternoon golden light
in a tropical forest,
sunshine in raindrops
dripping from leaves,
dandelions in grass
painted under the knees
of a kissing couple.
Instead of looking sick
it danced with joy through my sleeping mind.
The colour exploded,
flowed into a hidden river
and transported me far
from the grey day
and the dark night.
When I opened my eyes
it spilled out into the room
and I wondered how could I miss
the truth of yellow and green?
