Time without a clock
Swallowed in prisons
of those that we not condemn
weak waiting in dreams
images of promised lands
We spoke of with truth
not so long ago
when kisses of bliss flowed
milk and honey dream
Just within grasp
blow away winds that change
life desires ash and dust
Cold cement walls
floors worn tears fall
rough not smooth
rivers that flow within
Those cells echo sound
in the chambers
of my heart they play
aimlessly wondering
within my mind they remain
This future could have had
now left sad to escape
we soon must plot
Until then in your garden I spend
time without a clock
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