New Eyes

Before the rain came, I did not understand the words. They were simply beauty to me in a foreign language in a tempo perfect that fit my mood. Rich and pretty ... and a bit oblique. But the seed fell deeply when I looked away. Sweet siren music I heard in ocean covered streams ... and salt water flowers. I knew angels in waking sleep and watched my mind tell me lies. I turned up the silence and grew still. Clarity sparkled in smog and mud puddles and then I understood. the words. and the rain. stinging cold ... and purifying. x