Yeah, he touched her,
Unleashing something that could never be retrieved.
Shocking moments cause fleeting behavior which run and hide beneath her smile.
When shyness awakens, you can catch a glimpse of her sparkle,
Flickering, gathering,
Into a watery lagoon for the baptism of her fears
And there she remains.
Silently displacing tears of unfelt purity
Betrayed by the loss of helpless innocence
Desparately trying to remain naïve, she denies honest truth, and then remembers him – the other him.
The one that made her flower bloom before its unnatural spring.
The one who found the key to the door of her secret garden, planting seeds she never thought could grow
She decides that only God knows
Digging up the innocence she creates, she takes her soul and discreetly places it in his torn and tattered pocket, praying that he’ll adhere to the fragileness of her heart and handle with care.
She kisses his fingertips with gentle words and kind glances, unknowingly saying goodbye.
Turning him around, she takes her key and sends him back into the harsh winter surrounding her secret garden.
And she locks the door, this time destroying the key, too afraid to let anyone else into her world of sweet serenity.
Opening bashful browns, she realizes that the flower he made bloom has met its fall and winter’s sleepy kiss lies upon it
Her lagoon has dried to a puddle
As the child that once sparkled in its water is lost in a game of hide and seek and cannot be found
Terrified of dealing with reality and its repercussions
She finds a way of remaining out of view,
Clouding the light of her smile.
The woman that remains lives only now to the upkeep of the secret within her garden.