Calla - Skepticism

At the gate

Calmly I wait

Mild wind of the evening

May not be cold

Alive I feel

That I may not be

Slowly time passes

A touch of eternity

Like the moment

I first met You

Narrow path

Old grey bridge

Water as still as silence

Inviting

It is not yet time

By the path

Calla lilies

Pale in the night

Colorless in starlight

As long as it takes

I am prepared for this

At dawn You arrive

Together we cross the grey bridge

And enter the valley

Of calla lilies