The Garden That
Wasn’t There

There’s a path that wasn’t there before
Winding where the ground was closed
Leaves are turning just to watch
Every step I haven’t chose

Something settles in my sight
Like a lens I didn’t own
Edges soften into light
Every shape becomes a tone

I don’t feel the weight I had
Something lifted from the ground
Every color leaning in
Every silence growing loud

Something opens in the air
Like it’s always been aware
Pulling gently at my sight
Turning day into a light

There’s a shimmer on the skin
Not a touch but something near
Like the world is folding in
Through the edges of my fear

Drops of color start to fall
But they never reach the ground
They just hover, breathing slow
Moving softly all around

Every second starts to stretch
Like it doesn’t want to end
Moments reaching into moments
Bending back on where they’ve been

I can see between the lines
Of a space that isn’t there
Like the air is made of signs
Writing something everywhere

Nothing stays the way it was
Nothing holds its proper name
Every glance rewrites the world
Every step ignites the same

Something opens in the air
Like it’s always been aware
Pulling gently at my sight
Turning day into a light

It’s not outside, it’s not within
It’s not a loss, it’s not a win
It’s something blooming through the frame
That doesn’t answer to a name

I can feel it in the ground
In the silence, in the sound
In the way the light behaves
In the space between the waves

There’s a path inside my mind
Growing where I used to be
Every step I leave behind
Starts to walk ahead of me

It was never really shown
Still it feels like I have known
Something shifting in the air
Like the path was always there

There’s a pulse beneath my feet
Not a sound but something known
Every step I try to keep
Feels like stepping on my own

It moves slower than a thought
But it’s always there before
Like it’s waiting where I’m not
Just beneath the surface floor

I can feel it through the ground
Through the spaces in my skin
Like a slowly turning sound
Pulling everything within

It remembers where I stand
Like it’s holding out a hand
Pulling softly from below
To a place I shouldn’t go

It doesn’t ask, it doesn’t speak
Still it finds me when I’m weak
Every step becomes a sign
That the ground is not just mine

There’s a weight inside the air
Pressing gently on my chest
Like the space is growing there
In a way I can’t contest

All the lines I thought I knew
Start to bend and disappear
Every path is pulling through
To a place that feels too near

I could turn and walk away
But it’s already in my stride
Every step begins to stay
Like it’s walking me inside

It remembers where I stand
Like it’s holding out a hand
Pulling softly from below
To a place I shouldn’t go

Now the ground begins to rise
Meeting slowly with my eyes
Every layer underneath
Starts to move and starts to breathe

If I listen long enough
I can hear it in the deep
Not a voice but something rough
Like a promise it will keep

It was always underneath
Every moment, every place
Now it’s closer than my breath
Now it’s closer than my face

There’s no up and there’s no down
Only where I’m being found
Every step has come to show
I was never not below

A color drifts beyond my sight
Somewhere near but never clear
Sliding slowly out of reach
Then returning just as near

Shapes are bending as they move
Not ahead and not behind
Like they’re waiting in a place
I was never meant to find

Every shade begins to breathe
Every line begins to sway
Something turning underneath
Pulling gently at the day

All the colors move through me
Like a shifting memory
Every shade begins to climb
Out of space and out of time

They don’t stay and they don’t end
They just turn and turn again
Every color that I see
Feels like it is seeing me

Brightness folding into sound
Not a voice but almost there
Like a thought that lost its shape
Spreading quietly through air

Almost something I could know
Then it slips beyond the line
Written somewhere I can’t go
In a way that isn’t mine

All the colors move through me
Like a shifting memory
Every shade begins to climb
Out of space and out of time

Now the lines are turning thin
Everything is wearing in
Every color that was found
Starts to fade without a sound

Colors drifting out of view
Nothing left to hold them to
Still they linger in the air
Like they’re almost always there

Instrumental

There’s a color I can’t say
Somewhere between night and gold
It appears then slips away
Like a story never told

It moves sideways through my eyes
Not ahead and not behind
Like it’s waiting in the space
Where I haven’t learned to find

Every shade begins to breathe
Every line begins to sway
I can feel it underneath
Pulling slowly at the day

All the colors move through me
Like a shifting memory
Every shade begins to climb
Out of space and out of time

They don’t stay and they don’t end
They just turn and turn again
Every color that I see
Feels like it is seeing me

There’s a brightness in the air
That dissolves before it’s known
Like a thought that isn’t mine
Trying slowly to be shown

I can almost understand
Then it slips beyond the line
Like it’s written in a way
That was never meant for mine

All the colors move through me
Like a shifting memory
Every shade begins to climb
Out of space and out of time

Now the lines are turning thin
Everything is wearing in
Every color that was found
Starts to fade without a sound

Colors drifting out of view
Nothing left to hold them to
Still they linger in the air
Like they’re almost always there

Lines are fading from the scene
Nothing sharp and nothing clear
Everything that I have seen
Feels like it was never here

There’s a space without a form
Where I thought I used to be
Something quiet, something warm
But it isn’t really me

I was…

No more edges left to find
Only layers in the mind
Every shape has come undone
All is many, all is one

I can’t tell where I begin
Or the place I used to be
Something’s letting everything
Drift into infinity

There’s a voice but it is thin
Like it’s fading as it speaks
Every word it might have been
Falls apart before it leaks

Was I ever…

Nothing holds and nothing stays
Not the time and not the place
Every thought just drifts away
Before it forms a shape or face

No reflection, no return
No direction left to take
Every line begins to burn
Into something I can’t make

No more edges left to find
Only layers in the mind
Every shape has come undone
All is many, all is one

No more edges left to see
Nothing left that looks like me
Every piece has come apart
Leaving only what we are

There’s no end and there’s no start
Only something without part

All along…

…all the same

Open.

Gone.

Still here.

All along
All the same

No more names

No more lines

No more edges

No more time

Always here
Always here

All along
All the same
Now it stays
Without a name

No before.
No after.

Just—

All along
All the same
Nothing lost
Nothing gained

All along…

All the same…