The Pact.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we made a pact
you will arrive at five in the morning
and i will wait by the door
we made a pact to be together
to see the sunrise
it is six in the morning and the sun has risen
and you are not yet here
and as i am about to close the door
you are coming
newly bathed from the river
wearing the perfume of roses
and then i open the door back
and you enter.

when love comes, the door opens,
back to your arms, something is forgiven.