It was a paradigm shift
That ended with distant thunder.
What once we held in high regard
Now holds no truth for us at all.

Within something beautiful
There is something painful
You can embrace that pain
Or you can allow it to be your excuse.

They told me I cried when the petals fell
One by one they laid on the ground
As I tried in vain to replace them;
I knew that.

They told me I wanted to replant the tree
Because where it was left it vulnerable
It was a tree – but to me it was life;
I knew that.

They told me I washed my naked body in oil
To prevent the constant influx of emotion
Coming at me from all directions;
I knew that.

Once I built a life
With everything beautiful inside of it
When it burned to the ground, I was not surprised.
I knew that.