Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Arrival

There's an old weathered wooden gate

That I do dream of while asleep.

It's open and I contemplate

The woods beyond, lovely and deep.

The pathway through has been well worn,

A sign that many others chose

To walk from night into the morn,

As through the trees the sunlight glows.

Welcoming opportunity,

I should pass through before I wake.

Just standing still, I should not be.

Why put it off for goodness sake!

It is Heaven's Gate I'd come to,

And the Gate does beckon me through.