Marginal Notes: The Thousand and One Nights

Expectancy

...Then I said: “Open Sesame.” The door,
solemnly, secretly, smoothly, opened.
Surprised, but finding no obstacle,
I went in.

Someone within my heart was my
safeguard. Suddenly I saw a room.
Chrystal chandeliers were gleaming
over festivities still without guests.

Among mirrors, tapestries, and paintings
I was alone. Empty splendor
in reserve for a destined one.

I race toward the light and its silence,
promises of a glory now ripe
beneath my unwavering resolve. And then...