gate and chain view

wil there always be gates and chains to paradise
wil u, God, reserve scenery and landscape
for the determined
who see no gates and chains
while the sunset nuzzles the grass
of this gate and chain view
as it mutates the dried up brown stalks
into miniature torches at dusk
the waves of your breath sigh gently around me.
over me you burnish my dried brown hair.
i cant seem to draw a mystical message
but maybe its not encoded,
maybe the point is a simple
whispered
adoration
as if u share this
with only me.
10-24-04