I no longer wonder what it would be like
to walk through that gate and find
what it is like to sit and ponder
by a lake on the other side

I no longer wonder whose shadow I glimpsed
through that web the old apple tree branches made
in the emerald coloured grass below
on a ground I am threading now

I am no longer wondering if it is real
I know what I always knew
that something foretells and something remembers
like riddles and puzzles and clues

Each day and each moment more is revealed
a picture, a door, a room, and a view
I walk through a landscape I've always known
it's an ancient trail I am walking with you