Gardner, Gardner, Gardner

Gardner... send the dogs away!
Gardner... send the dogs away!

These are my roses
black and sad,
filled with sweetest smell
and the most delicate nectar

You are the prologue of every poem I write
the main part of every passage I conceive
and the epilogue of my life's epic...

Follow me...
Let's fly together...
before the rains stops falling
before the sun sets
before the moon comes full
follow me to the skies
above the clouds
above this planet
above the layer of dreams and imagination
way above this moon, past the holy star
in that place there is no name for our nation

I am the king of the mystics
and when I play my harp
muses arrive at our birthplace

Gardner...Gardner...Gardner...
get those dogs out....
they are messing with my life's triumph

I trudge in the snow
I swim in the rain
I dive in your dreams...I

'm everywhere...
and nowhere...
I am right here...

Remember me....?