Eve

A dark green gate, locked
With a chain, the Earth,
Or was it the woods,

Looked like it could wait
To the end of days,
Its way in kept closed.

You lived at the place
Where the dark gate faced
The depth of the nights.

The shades long or short,
Too scared to break in,
You turned to look out.

You had a dream once
You lived in the woods,
But you’ve lost it, now.