it was cold, I didn\'t know how it was, there.
the darkness that surrounded it
behind a wall of glass, shining
alone in a streak of gold. I stared when
I needed to run my fingers on it,
keep it from the rain drops and
the cold night\'s fog
provide the warmth that it needed, the single
flower of lavender
stood outside the wall of glass
it was cold here, I didn\'t know how it was
there.