The Gardener

Once there was a gardener, whose horse became a dream

It then became a nightmare, and nothing was redeemed

His heart was over shadowed, it yielded to the pain

Of lost and broken memories, of love he’d spent in vain.

There within the labyrinth, he bathed in vapors green

He poured his very essence, into pools that can’t be seen

He fell into the precipice, by choice he entered through

Dark waters yet unspoken of, a loss he could not bear to

be true.

His fate lay among the flowers, of the desert morning

stars

Uncharted lands and faithful hands beckon from afar

In time his eyes will open, and he will begin to see

The beauty of his innocence, free from memory.

His horse that was a nightmare, will be a promise seen

No longer there a prisoner, he’ll realize his dream

And souls will join and be reborn in the eden of his

heart

He’ll bring forth a light of unity, from which he will

not part.

Loving eyes will no longer pour acid on his soul

For forged within integrity his horse becomes a foal

and There begins his reckoning a freedom from the past

The pain in vain will dissipate and peace will come to

pass.