Eden

The scent of marigolds
Bright sunny banishment
Bleeding obscenely into life
Outside the garden.

I used to watch from the tree
Looking back at the past
Until the sky wept
And drowned my sanctuary.

Red soil colored my wandrings
Next like blood from the martyr.
I grew new gardens
But never a home,

So sacrificed my gardens-
Rejected-but I shall not
Be my brother's keeper.
I wander the desert.

Tamshel, and the breeze
Is my salvation.