Gates

Willow’s been whistling in my ear

Morning is coming clear

Surrender yourself to what comes my dear

Or lie inside your puddles of fear

Your spirit can rise

You can be free, reaching in to this dream it is

Your trembling self that one day will be

Reaching out for eternity

And while, I am walking the gates of knowledge

Rebonding my steps with her sigh

Cold winds are shattering tears out of my eyes

I stumbled on a flower

Its petals bowed, surrendering

I knew that I’m still strained and proud

To her whistling

And while, we are chanting the joys and the journeys

Making beds by the end of the night

New dawn is waking and glitters in our eyes

And the morning will rise

The morning will rise

The morning will rise