The only Gate there is

I have arrived at the only gate there is,
myself.

Persuading Light

Swing softly tire swing
The children have grown now.

Let the wind move through those hallows.
Let it take you into its soft breath
As it discovers your slow curves
And spins you under the sunlight.

Delicate age,
The spiders have gathered now.
Let them web you
Shimmering softness
Glow.

Swing softly tire swing.
At east dear,
The creek moves beneath you.

Shifting sun, rendering light,
Have you waited all day for this moment?

Swaying softly in the wind
Until the sun seeps through
Coming to illuminate your entire perfection.

Have you been waiting?
You must have known.
So patient, so still
In your dancing.

Swaying,
The sun warms your cold curves.
Persuading light,
You are illuminated.

Swing softly slow tire swing,
The rope is strong and sturdy
And the children are grown now.

May your ridges find light,
Your curves find warmth
And your surface,
So softly,
May it surrender
To the slow tickle of the wind.

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