The Gate of Gold,

ushers you back,

to the dawn,

of the twentieth century.

But when you get there,

you're in a dream,

within,

a dream.

I remember dancing with you,

when you tripped and fell,

down to my feet,

as we paused in disbelief.

All those eyes surrounding us,

could not imagine,

the passion,

I felt for you.

Who could believe,

it would evaporate,

into a memory,

without a caption.

We all long for the journey,

that will always find love,

on the other side,

of the dream.

Isn't that the journey,

the quest,

to traverse,

the Gate of Gold.