There's a little stone fort in my chest.
I come out once in a while to plant flowers,
And sometimes I draw water from the well.
I try not to stay outside for very long:
It's dangerous out there.
Despite my greatest efforts, I'm often stolen away by beauty.
My own attention deficit breaks me down more than anything.
I'm easily caught up in the stars, or the low burning sun.
I think the sunsets are my favorite:
Colors are so limited within my walls.
I don't worry too much when I get lost.
Rarely does a living soul pass my way,
And when they do, the well isn't far from my door.
It's nice to breathe the air, to observe life once in a while:
I love to watch my flowers grow.
I was almost used to my joyful monotony,
Used to curling up alone and safe in my little fort.
Whenever so much as a shadow crossed my path before the well,
I could retreat knowing my flowers would wait:
They needed me. I mattered to them.
After everything and everyone, all the loss and regret,
My little flowers growing mattered more than anything else.
But things tend to change unbidden.
I was safe, alone at my well and caught up in brilliance:
This sunset clearly a tribute to fire.
I was absorbed by the spectrum, unguarded and uncaring.
I didn't even realize my bucket was missing.
There was no pulling away from the colorful harmonies.
As the sky fire began to fade, I bumped back to reality with a pang:
The music may have complimented the sky, but it wasn't painted with it.
There was a humming behind me, and the sound of water falling happily to the ground.
I turned around and there you were, watering my flowers,
Humming and contented to be a trespasser in my garden.
I was appalled, to say the least.
I felt betrayed by the sunset!
How could it let you slip by me so easily?
How could you have come between my fort and I,
And all the while watering my...
Flowers. You were stoking my little fireworks, helping them grow.
They were happier than I'd ever seen them before that night.
They swayed, calling breezes to make them dance to your little tune,
And suddenly I was enchanted.
I stood there as I watched you, absorbed your little song...
It was as if you'd rewound the sunset.
I don't want to go inside my fort anymore.
It looks dark and lonely now.
I mean, your voice is so warm and my flowers so happy.
I think I'd be blind if I tried.
Especially after the light of you.
