In my dream i was walking
Walking to my dear ones
In peace I was
In peace I am
In peace I will be
And behold,
I saw a beautiful gate
A huge gate
Which only doeth lock
I prayed to open it
Into which I love to enter
To see beyond the gate
It's sight is not certain
Only to be seen by it's beauty
But not to be entered except to end
Beauty but old, loving but cold
Touching the gate was cold
I pray I never see nor open the gate to a peaceful bliss.
The big gate.
© jenyo Jason Ezekiel