Synesthesia

She’s magic and doesn’t even know it
Filtering everything through aqua eyes
Then creating art that defies the odds
All the while seeing the impossible things
In everything she reads
Every letter that bleeds
Into rainbows like shiny beads
Every A is red and
Every P is yellow
And all the other letters
In shades of green and blue and violet
She sees so much magic
But sees it only as tragic
So she only paints in gold
The only color that holds
It all in
All her magic