The garden of a man’s mind is not found easily.
To your eyes it is high rock walls,
and shielded in weapons of many sort.
He will too often give a key to traitors and oath breakers,
perhaps in a way, to remind himself of why he keeps it hidden.
To be given access to his fertile ground,
be the water, flowing to his deep hungry roots.
Nourish him…his dreamland.
That is the way inside a man.
Gordon Hays, 2006