The place I want to go
is a place that I have known
for years.
The Gate is big and white
I am humbled in its sight
but tears flow from my eyes.
I revel in its majesty.
You see it and fall to your knees.
You reach to touch it gracefully
but you remember you forgot the key.
Never free.
You are never free.
But you've reached this hallowed place
beside an ancient lake
of blue.
The midnight's silver sun
still remains the only one
to show you what's inside.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 6:58 PM UTC
The place I want to go
is a place that I have known
for years.
The Gate is big and white
I am humbled in its sight
but tears flow from my eyes.
I revel in its majesty.
You see it and fall to your knees.
You reach to touch it gracefully
but you remember you forgot the key.
Never free.
You are never free.
But you've reached this hallowed place
beside an ancient lake
of blue.
The midnight's silver sun
still remains the only one
to show you what's inside.
I originally wrote this as a song, but I thought it could stand alone.
Part 4 of "Ode to the Seven Virgins"
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