Whom

Delight comes knocking
and who would not let it in?
Who would not see her
standing in the half light 
asking shelter from the wind
and offering you good dreams?.
But her embrace becomes
the want of another door to open.

Pain, rasping, comes to the step
and who would let him in?
Who would dare to face him
when he is this fearsome
even before he arrives?

Who would call on Rumi
to spend the night
and talk only of the world?