Garden - Ivy Sole

I woke up amongst the leaves and made my way outside of Eden

As the wind forewarned of evening, even light takes time to sleep

As the sun began to flicker, I asked Father

Why he formed them in his figure from the dust beneath my feet and

Heaven opened up as if to answer

But this atmosphere’s too thick for me to capture explanations that he speaks

Like why have you forsaken your creation, clipped my wings and leave me naked

Like these small impatient beasts that you call man, but you named me son

Meanwhile, you give them choice but you gave me none

So I take it and run, to the nearest clearing where the shade comes from a tree

She sings to you but see, she’s calling to me

She feels my fire were human, I tell her take this and eat

Yeah you seem weary, but really, if it is peace that you seek, then you don’t

need me

I’m cursed and forever rotten in a bottomless pit

But you’re part of me, although you’re part of his rib

If you give it time, you’ll know

Everything that shines ain’t gold

But heaven’s in your mind & soul

But that’s fine with me

They didn’t mean to set me free, but the chains got sick of rusting,

restless rungs and heaving lungs, my chest a walking drum the beat

Of sun on skin and dandelion, I left the shackles in my mind behind,

the forest floor beneath my feet

The clearing up ahead, must be as good as up above, this heaven hollowed like

my heart, my inner tree

I run like all creation, hear the cadence of my muscles stretch and ache and

call for refuge, I’ve been sleep

Next to man or next to beast, next to god or next to master, all these

creatures blessed with faster ways to flee

A stranger in the shadows, could be friend or could be furnace, burning softly

with exactly what I need

Anything but Adam, every atom of my being set adrift with the persistence of a

dream

A compass pointing anywhere but paradise, a serpentine sonata willing to take

the lead

I didn’t ask for this, I’m soiled at the thought of growing old without my

basilisk

Our love is spoiled by asterisks and rotten apple remnants

In a garden where man fell only to rise again like Lazareth

This atlas we made from borrowed bones and kingdoms overthrown

I shed my skin and hope with you I make a home

But home is heaven,.

not this dirt we die on

This humble earth we lie on, this bare and battered skin we try on

That’s what I’m made of, playing clavicle a radical invention

Of whom I’m supposed to be afraid of

What are you afraid of?

God is what you’re made of

His hands are an extension of his brace that made to make love

So lets make love, so lets make love

So lets make love, lets make love