Louisa’s garden

Louisa’s garden

In June Luisa’s garden blooms most beautifully
Whose non-existence kills like an axe
Suspended on a rainbow under the guarantee of a vision
Glows in the glare of purple domes
In June, Luisa’s garden blooms most beautifully

Louisa whose lightness grace and freedom
Metal with rose and flint with cloud
She runs helplessly in the dark lee of the garden
Hearts carved in the bark guarding her
Louisa whose lightness grace and freedom

Cavalcade of oak the watchfulness of deer’s glee
Louisa’s gamut of laughter repeats when she
Scattering starfish hair on the sand
Surrenders her bare throat with laughter overcome
Cavalcade of oak tree vigilance of deer glares

Louisa’s favour can only be won by valour
Certainty of cast and nerve maddening tension
Winner smeared with thick animal blood
Bring her a lion’s mouth and a swan’s heart
Only valour can win Luisa’s favour

The simplicity of the mystery of Louisa’s garden
Labyrinths and arbors of wilderness and flower beds
The birdhouses and the roaring of the chasing gazelles
Only the righteous and noble can comprehend
The simplicity of the mystery of Louisa’s garden

Whose non-existence kills like an axe
With the reality of the mortal waiting rooms of the earth
Cursed with the dreams of children and idiots
Cursed by the mists of nonsense perishing in neurasthenia
Whose non-existence kills like an axe

Andrzej Bursa 

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