Climbing up the path

[anais_pf]

Climbing up the path I step aside
Delighted by the fragrance of roses upon the garden wall.
He meets me at the gate;
Gives me welcome, and a cup.
I drink his wine,
And lose myself in drunken loving among the roses.

Asleep in two worlds,
No fear or pain,
Content where I am,
Until it's time to climb again,

I cannot remain lingering between;
I tell him so; He smiles,
Pins a rose upon my breast,
Guides me back onto the path.
Now he joins me in my quest,
And fills my time
Increasing my capacity for wine.

-- Rumi