Waiting at the Gate

If you should come by land
I'll spot your footprints where the grass is wet with dew
I'll see tracks across the meadows that I'll know were made by you
Signs like these are unmistakable and hard to misconstrue
They are telltale confirmations of a promised rendezvous

If you should come by sea
I'll find traces of your passage on the ocean floor
I'll hear you in the yawning fjords where restless waters roar
On beaches where relentless waves are pounding on the shore
I'll catch a glimpse of destiny and what might lie in store

If you should come by air
I'll catch snatches of your fragrance on the morning breeze
Butterflies will escort you in groups of twos and threes
Leaves will flutter in the gentle wind that whispers in the trees
And I'll be waiting at the gate to take possession of the keys