El Sol

QUARTERED COURT YARD

Planted on whispering wind's paths
I sit tryin to listen
While babbling fountains steal center stage
I am more fond of an ensemble cast

Masked in leaves the Sol laughs
The only guest at it's own masquerade
High upon a throne of blue
While garrisons of darker times
Hold and strategize to do him in

... What do yellow butterflies know
Why ever leave this eden

Lives, scars, living inside
They must be exorcised
Too many carried for far to long

I must leave this eden
The soil has turned
Fruits swell with sores
Leaves misshapen
Bark flakes too easily from the trunk
The Garden no longer needs me

It is ready for wilder times
Back to indigenous plants
Back to hosting the wildest of souls of the forest

Where will I go?
To the sea
To the sea
Where monsters dwell deep.

by Luce
© 2008