The wait

I kept my door ajar and waited
at the threshold, garland in hand;
soft light from within lit my doorway
calling, inviting, seducing rays.
He rode by on his white steed
on his way to fulfill a thousand errands
My eyes followed, as far as sight would go
His eyes scanned the world for more and more.

My garland dreid, my lamp went out
and i stood waiting at the door.
when he retuned I still stood there
and right behind was my room
with iyts closed door.
He comes riding on his steed and he goes
while I wait outside my room
outside my closed door.