The Wicked Garden
(C) Geoff May



Desert sand and blowing wind,
Forever land... but where's the end?
Wandering for weeks on end,
Many oasis' for nature to lend.

Dreaming of a place I knew,
Where bees did buzz and plants did grew.
Running from there to be outside
Overlooking shoulders, looking to hide.

That place where nothing is as it seems
Has a need to be redeemed - of it cover, it's stealthish cloak.
Display it for all it really is
How you react is what it is - in this scheming Wicked Garden.

That place of good which seemed to jam
Was but a shadow of the place I am.
"A horse is a horse of course, of course"?
Look again, there's a hidden force.

A flower - not a flower; a plant - not a plant;
Not a bird, and not even an ant.
All is an illusion, hiding self underneath,
Covered in a comforting, calming sheath.

That place, where nothing is as it seems
Has a need to be redeemed, of it's cover, it's stealthish cloak.
Display it for all it really is,
How you react is what it is - in this scheming Wicked Garden.

This place, this scolding desert place
Is it better? Maybe... must keep up the pace.
Looking back, I see, and I gasp,
And I feel... free, at last.

That place where nothing was as it seemed
Had a need to be redeemed - of it's evil cloak, it's cover.
Show it for all it truly is,
How you feel is what it is - in this deceptive Wicked Garden.