gardens and walls

The 10-foot stone walls draw me near. The deep grey encompassing the beauty inside. I reach the intricate gates that complete the beautiful scene. I want nothing more than to be inside those gates. My hands grip them and tug with frustration. Locked. I laugh at the irony. I turn my back to the gates and the garden inside.  A lifeless field my current landscape. Dull colors surround me. I contemplate my entry to this place. I've seen it and now I have to have it. I have to be inside those walls. Surrounded by the colors and the smells. Complete serenity awaits me. I can feel it. The gate keeper guards this place with his heart and won't even be seen by me. It's easier that way. He maintains the beauty inside those walls. Waiting for someone worthy to share it with. Scaling the walls would only result in being removed. Patiently waiting for the gates to be opened for me will be my only option. Not so easy for the girl who believes in creating her own fate.