The Gathering Of One.

[Guest guest]

The Beloved has lit a candle

in the window of my heart,

and has set an angel to watch over it.

Outside, the storm thunders,

yet the watchman just kindles light.

Friends and lovers keep arriving

from the ends of the earth,

to commune

to be illumined by my face,

to gather in this shelter.

I listen to their traveling tales

until all grows silent.

Twilight turns to dawn,

the love poems have been told.

We leave for foreign places.

I have forgotten who was host,

and who was guest.

Only the watcher remains.

love

eric