Time with out a Clock

Time without a clock

©2009-2010 Wade Temple ~aliast



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