The Gates
High in the sky,
beyond the clouds,
over the mountains,
under the bows.
She sings a song,
a whispering tune,
melodious whistles,
towards the moon.
She dances on stars,
and talks to the sun,
to touch and to feel,
known by none.
Our hearts ablaze,
our souls will rise,
our minds a ‘race,
our self a ‘daze.
A smile on a face,
a harmony to the ear,
a sensation for the eye,
a respite from fear.
These are the Gates,
they rise and fall,
they open and close,
but forever stand tall.
These are the Gates,
these eyes amaze,
these voices inspire,
forever a chase.
But that’s where all comes to an end,
a new phase, a change,
these Gates hold the power,
mysterious and strange.
One will dream,
of a comfortable place,
where daisies grow on trees,
and roses dance with grace.
Where tigers sing a melodious song,
where there is no need for curtain or door,
where none are shunned,
forevermore.
January, 2025
