there is a garden in my soul where i go when the towers that surround me grow too tall and i can t see beyond the in the morning i could pray but i don t and the garden starts to wither when the garden has not behind the wall only my key opens the door i ll grow them and he comes in i don t have the time even just to check the lock is still working just to check that i haven t been away for too long because you know if i don t take the time to sleep things go cause then there s not any reason for the gardener to stay in the place the bluest sky the greenest space the grass of blankets stretched by olive groves with lakes of lazy the smell of hyacinth will grow towards the sunset thick with crickets jumping in the evening snow a fragant calling yet still war swallows will dive and rise and fall and we ll talk laugh at every joke i don t have the time even just to check the lock is still working just to check that i haven t been away for too long because you know if i don t take the time to sleep things go wrong cause then there s not any reason for the gardener to stay i like the feeling sifting soil through my fingers hello mr earthworm it s early summer it s not an escape it s a return to how i want to live when the garden i like the way that sunlit leaves begun like emeralds if you look from below and listen to their in my voice you got to work into your garden again with the garden we both think your 