Little Story in G
By Aetre
January 31, 2005
Blue girl in a greenhouse
Red rose
under black sky
Storm’s rain on the ceiling
Seems louder
than it really is
Tell a flower a story
Petals will
listen
Just as this rose does
To the tale she tells:
There was a time when I was
afraid
There was a time when I was lost
Came running inside to
escape a storm
Came running inside but was trapped
Nobody asks to live in a cage
No
more than you roses choose your pots
But it doesn’t affect
you
And now I know why
Even when kept alone in this
room
You were able to grow
You took light from a sky
You
were never allowed to touch
But you are a flower
And I am
not
And one can only stay in bloom
For so long
Blue eyes look up
Black sky returns
the gaze
Rain still falls
But she decides:
It’s not so loud after all.