The Gate

The train went through the midnight gate,
the border between daylight of fantasy
and the real.
You and her, she and you,
and me.
Love sat across my bench,
laugh and dreams were beside me,
and myself.
With a song that sings
about a gate,
if I went through which,
I will meet you in the other side.
There is no more night for us,
it says.
Only flower meadows, laugh
and holding hands.

The train went through the summer gate,
the border between past fantasy
and the real.
I and you, you and me,
and us.
Love stays by me,
laugh and dreams are with me,
and ourselves.
With a story that tells
about my gate,
through which I have walked,
and found you in the other side.

16.05.16
by Frouwelinde
for my gate ~ Summer 2013, inspired by all my memorable journey with train since 2013 and the song "das Tor" by Faun :)