Long before dusk
I have been warned to return to the safe side
And leave this side of the garden
Despite the oddity,
I have availed of happiness
Shortly after meeting the rose.
But I have not done so.
I stayed for quite a while—
A while that’s too short
But too long
Now that it’s sundown
I have to return to where I came from.
That’s to the normal side.
The sun that has set reminds me it’s late
And denies me of its guidance.
Yes the light. I have none.
And so it’s unsafe to travel back.
It’s difficult to recognize my path.
My vision impaired, my heart impaired.
Here comes the real danger—
I don’t want to go.
I don’t want to leave.
I don’t want to break my word that I am never staying away.
But this garden,
And everything else give me the reasons to take a step back
Even my feet themselves do;
They speak to me and say stop hurting it.
Stop. Just stop.
But in all sincerity I’ve never wanted to.
So if getting out of here
Is the only way to ease its pain
And put back all its pieces,
I’d gladly do.
I’d walk away.
I’ve caused this little flower so much hurt
Yet have never told it
How important it is to me;
How I like the new feeling that it gives me;
And how I want to stay with it
While watching its blush of red petals
And holding its hands holding mine.
Sadly, as the night falls,
My wonderful sight of the rose slowly vanishes
Not fight the dark.
Amidst the pitch-black,
All I hear are my footsteps.
All I feel is the cold breeze resisting my motion.
All I see is the distant cold moon
And the stars.
Then I wish upon them
The rose’s happiness and triumph
Because the rose deserves not to be hurt.
Not by me.
Not at all.