Within a tent,
the dim light of a sputtering torch
is dying
as the light within me builds

Sanctuary
in the midst of the bizarre
of a secret mystery
beyond the veil of cloth
enclosed within a crowded market

Throngs of desert people
in a cacaphony of alien sound
surround what is enclosed
while silence
heavy in my ears
speaks to me
of a mystery within

as I am amid the crowd
alone

Sunset brings
a harmony of hushed whispers;
and darkness descends
moon and stars in all their glory
play while people sleep
and the patterns of life
are laid in the nighttime sky
as dreams invade oblivion

when at last
the crowd can know itself as one

? Michaelette ?