You were a summer thunderstorm
In my drought of golden sunshine days
Your rain and light show made me dance
In ways I've never had before
And o' how glorious it was
It wasn't until you left
When I looked up
The fire was burning at my wild flowers
That I understood that you were not the right storm for me
(Although
Your rain did not quench my thirst
But o' how I danced
Swaying and leaping in new ways I never thought possible
Drenched and with my eyes and arms turned towards the sky
I begged for more of the light show and bone-shaking beat
That were distracting me from the fire
Scorching my already parched wild flowers
It wasn't until you left
With me chasing after you
That I finally looked around
And felt the depth of your destruction
And there I sat
Soaked to the bone
In the smouldering field of wild flowers
Trying to water the earth
And bring them back to life
With my tears that were locked
Somewhere deep within me
As my wild flower started to wilt
I looked around again and
I realised that I was utterly alone
So I took my flowers in my arms
But as I touched them
They crumpled and turned brown
Disappearing the more I tried to hold onto them
In desperation
I finally plucked them
Roots and all
From the earth
I could no longer hold them
- Epilogue (Barnes Blvd.)
