The Gatekeeper's Wife

When the door was opened love ushered us in, our eyes met and locked once again. We left outside the weight of real life, immediate resurrection of man and wife. Again we remeet, embrace and feel the Gatekeeper's steadfast grace of steel. Were we once a humble pair splitting wood in this frosty air? Could I have worn the apron with all the little pockets and worn our love upon my breast in a silver locket? Could you have lit the lamps around these grounds, secured the doors, making dutiful rounds? Was I here boiling coffee on the woodstove, mending your clothes, warming your supper with my lips painted rose? Did we sit at this table and you ask for my hand, give me a kiss and a wedding band? Were we the lovers who lied in this bed, content with simplicity and the life we led? Whether we traveled from then to now you are still my Gatekeeper forever somehow. You've taken my love, my heart, my fears, you've kept me safe and dried my tears. The fire will burn on for eternity, you're always my Gatekeeper and hold the key. Each time we visit this calm, dreamy place, the door to our love is reopened unyielding with grace.