Sometimes you will come upon her,

the Keeper of the Labyrinth,

a tall woman with pinned grey hair

and colorful clothing.

She’s an artist friend,

the steward of this place.

It’s her anonymous gift

where people find solace with their pain

and joy too.

I saw an arty guy there one day

with a contented smile upon his face

with the realization that

he’s not alone on a alien planet, after all.