The Gate

Here I sit nearby the gate
Count off the minutes while I wait
Every night for our nocturnal date.
What I do is anticipate.

I knew from the start it was my fate
For you to be mine, partner, soul mate,
And put me in an ever joyous state
Worth more than the gold that would make your weight.

And in the hours I am sedate,
I anticipate the somnological estate
And what fine dreams we shall create
At any pace, at any rate.

On eternal ice ponds we could skate,
Or unearth treasures stored in a crate,
Or conquer nations, Amber and Jacob the great,
And when we're done, wipe it off: clean slate.

Here I sit nearby the gate.
What I do is anticipate.