Friday, January 22, 2016

Gates

I am not lost nor am I found
I open up this wound of mine
For more beloved torture
For I can't shut these gates
These wondrous gates
now open to my soul
For you to love or mar
As you may take such fancy
They're open, passage is clear 
A standing invitation, banquet halls 
Song and dance, all just for you
To walk inside I hope with love
Yet you may come with weapons 
Your full artillery, to maim to injure
All the same...the gates are open,
You alone hold the eternal keys.

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