New Eyes

Written by: Jill Martin

      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.
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