Dreaming in vivid technicolor
Shouldn’t leave you with a headache –
You were not made in black and white.

Not simply the sum of all your
experiences thus far,
There is nothing missed out,
Nothing kissed out, spat out,
That cannot be drawn out,
And painted into the canvas of your life,
Bold and bright,
Waking up more beautiful than when it
dropped into lethargic stupor.

Where there is life –
There is hope.

The one who drew you from the dust, Beloved,
Speaks your name,
Whispers –