Gates of Twilight

Follow the leaves
through the gates of twilight
into the night, for a promise kept.
Hand in hand
beneath the starlight
through familiar lands
where spring once slept.
Follow the sounds,
of twilight calling,
calling the host
forgotten and known.
Hand in hand
when the leaves are falling
through familiar places
familiar as home.
Listen now the truth is calling,
within the heart
her chords are played.
Hand in hand
to face the mysteries
in familiar times,
familiar days.
You will know the answer
when the moment matters;
you will see the vision
when the time has come.
Hand in hand
you will find the promise,
find the beginning
when the twilight comes.