In Peter Pan, Peter describes to Wendy where Neverland is. He tells her to close her eyes tightly until she can see all the brilliant colors. [Okay, I don't have the exact wording or anything, I'm going on recall here, folks.]
If I look at my daughter really, really, really, really hard, I can see the aura of colors around her, not too unlike her self-portrait.
Brilliant streaks of pinks
and lavenders light the room
and always my heart
[One Single Impression poets are marvelously colorful this week.]