The Eastern Gate Ii
He’d returned on an impulse to the city
Slipped through that Eastern Gateway
Consciously retraced those steps
Of that years earlier leaving day.
Mingled with the market crowds
He felt his eyes slowly range
Across each familiar feature,
Noting every single change.
He watched her from a distance
Three children at her side;
Watched her across a narrow street
Just a million mile wide.
He sent a stream of air kisses
Each to its appointed place
On the coveted beauty
Of that so familiar face.
A new world was calling
At Galaxy’s other side
And tomorrow he started
That adventurous long ride.
One last long loving look
To imprint her in his mind
Now a more mature beauty
On which years had been kind
.
Back at the Eastern Gate,
Mission fulfilled and content,
One last long look at his city
Then into the future he went.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2023
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