Through the Gates of Time.....a smile upon her soul

She lingers lonely in the space that once was her home...

this ghost who awaits me

Un-alive she is 

Wandering the wood I travel to today

Aching for those she lost

Those who have walked through the gates of time

and left her here

In me, she sees something safe

She stands with me in photos shot in times of Beltane honor

I return today, again in Blessed Beltane Beauty

I return to remind her she can be free

Today, she lets the fire free her

Today, she glides through the gates of time

I shall bring her pretty ribbons for her hair

Shiny objects I gift to her

 so she may capture a glimpse of herself

Reflected in the shine, the truth she will know

The truth that it is time to move on

Time for her passage through those gates

Time to allow the release

Time to run home

to those she aches for

To those who moved past this deep physical pain

of being captive on a land no longer familiar

She shall return to those she loves

Through the gates of time

Today I return to offer my assistance

I will witness her crossing and transforming

her pain into joy

As she walks the path of the winding wood for the last time

Never to search again

Today she is found

by those she loves

As they meet her on the other side of the gates

she will present with ribbons in her hair

and a smile upon her soul

Free... she shall finally be

as she glides

Through the Gates of Time

My sharp pointed stick points to her, see her there in the corridor?