Gate

Regally it stands, the staunch guardian of her lonesome heart, Reminiscing in revelries of yore, treasured memories impart, Defying glum turbulence of now, hanging on to seasons past, When springs-winsome banished, doldrums harsh-winters cast. Disheartened, the gate harkens back~ O, so young its master died, Lamenting of distressed times, when grief stilled her teary eyed; Yet, with resolve, it squeaks its hinges, resounding a voice of pride, Beckoning to benevolence of bliss, fate had so callously denied. With kindred vibes it greets her, vying elation of cherished days, Suppressing aches and rattles of its rusting, clamoring, phase; Preferring realm of time, when he was the keeper of this place, As dutifully now it opens wide, exuding mirth of youthful grace. O, how fondly the gate recalls, dance of duo beneath full moon, Humming melodies intimate, passions of doting souls croon, Embracing celebration of life, as heartbeats enamored attune, To rhythms emanating song of love, strumming infatuated tune. Despite groans and whimpers, blaring aloud clattering of pain, The gate vows to protect her, refusing ever to wither or wane, Unwavering through thunders, rains, vicious strikes of feeble age, Challenging its steeled bones, to gallantly defy seasons’ rage.