Baptized Imagination

Waking up to the hidden music

My eyes have been baptized
refined like gold and
dunked in holy water
washed wild in wonder

I once was blind
but now I smile

I taste colors and feel light
and every common thing
is set ablaze with glory

I hear the whispers on the wind
as the earth speaks in myths
every tale echoes loss
every sunrise is a prophecy
of sad things coming untrue
and good things running wild