Garden of Time

 if you could define the line

that my mind refines
to escape the mines
in a sinewy time
you find that time stops…where i am

where i am is a place
without creed color or race
on my streets it is safe
to show your face
my case is to show you… the sun

the sun burns echoes in soul
vibrations fill voids and holes
but life has a toll
when my hearts made of coal
so i stroll through my…secret garden

my secret gardens a word
love life and laughter i heard
my conscious like birds
taking flight from the herd
i long for and lured out…the keeper

the keeper of this
even father time is remiss
he shakes his hand not his fist
for he is another on the list
of those that were kissed by…the creator

the creator stopped time
to remind me of mine
and to let go of the line
my mind created from mines
now my hearts been refined…as i again walk the garden of time