Old Dog Poem by D A Phinney

When at the last I'd come upon the town
Where cloudlines crooked the brow of starry night
Whose gaze of stars intensely showered down
The steady bask eyes make before a slight,
Knocking upon the Gate with all my soul,
The echoing chambers' bursting ringing shock
Returned to me a hollowed nameless toll,
As in my hand crumbled to dust the lock,
Then as the Gate lurched breaking to its doom,
There stood the dead gray towers' foundation:
Paradise revealed in eternal gloom.
The veil rent. In full exasperation:
'Thou wert the only, only worthy one.'
But I promised them! I, who was Thy son.