I release the expectation...
It is pain. 

I've crossed a river 
of misplaced desire. 
Now I face the keeper
at the gate. 

(it's me) 

Standing at the gate
with honesty I wait. 
It's an issue of trust 
but I must. 
The next step
is not for me to take.

There's a breeze 
coming from the west. 
Another angel 
blows into the horn. 

The first drop of rain, I feel 
drop upon my skin. 
No need to run for cover 
just dissolve into the light. 

Just beyond this gate
there's something great I feel 
like nothing of this world
that time can come and steal. 

I'm going deeper
into a pool of mystery
where I can understand
an ancient part of me. 

© 1997 by David Bozzi