One day I walked by the Garden Gate
so elaborate and grand
rising in the centre
in classical command

There seemed no reason for entering
as the gate was firmly locked
and there appeared so little beyond
the path so firmly blocked

One cold and rainy day
there seemed no reason to walk
but a strange urge propelled me
luring me in silent mock

So I went that day
the journey slippery and dank
I thought of turning back
considering it a silly prank

But then I arrived at the Gate
wide open in its stance
suggesting that I, before I pass
take a casual glance

Gilded by the rays of a sudden sun
glorious golden tresses drawn
it was you
rising like the morning dawn