The Turning Gate

Before the Turning Gate,
The daughter of the serpent
Stands and dreams of love
With poison in her veins,
She is longing for what can never be
Waiting, waiting, eternities
For love, her last love
Dust falling from her hands
Windblown, beaten, she stands
The road back is so much longer,
So much longer and lonelier
Before the Turning Gate
Before the gate of stone
She understands her life,
Before the Turning Gate
She turns and sets him free.

© 2006 J.L. Stanley