Temple Gate
(hummmmm) (ahhhh) Beneath the quiet mountain air
A silken thread of white she wears
Stepping light through rising mist
Bound by secrets that exist
In the shadow of the temple gate
Voices carry, lingering late
A frozen moment spun in white
Fading slowly into
night
The paper screen begins to sway
Washed in shades of silver-gray
She leaves no footprint on the floor
A silent knock upon the door
In the shadow of the temple gate
Voices carry, lingering late
A frozen moment spun in white
Fading slowly into
night (ahhhh) (ah!)