There is no time

There is no time

For hello

Or even goodbye

Caught in the madness

As the world runs wild

Like a feral child

Hungered for love

Discarded

Banished from the garden

Once cherished

Bone dog weary

Of the fight

Rushing headlong

Blindly

Falling over the edge

Where dark waters flow

Into the hollow

Is there an end to it

Take me to a land

Where wild flowers grow

Let fine golden sand

Come up between my toes

Let this be a place

Nobody knows

A secret beach

Thrown down before me

A magic carpet

At the end of an orchard

Where hope grows

Ripe with fulfilment

The jasmine scent

Of tomorrow

Lifting the lid

Off a Chinese tea pot

Pour it out

It will be the cup

That runneth over

If these waters

Fulfil you

Whistle into the empty sky

It will be freshly painted

A brand new door

To the other side

Sing me a lullaby

That I might find

The key

To sing in harmony

A song of the garden

A symphony of summer

Where love grows

Among the wild flowers

We can learn

To say hello

There is no need

Of goodbye.