Poem: A Good & Peaceful Gathering

Under muted fluorescent lights...
the early bird waits...
for the flock to come...
so all can glide and turn...
in invisible realms...
and make a fire...
someone sitting in the greatest of palaces...
cannot make alone...
but most likely will be made...
in the next hour or two...
in this place of flowered chairs
and turquoise carpets...
after the late blooming fire makers...
come through the slow creaking door...
to share a song of hope...
or a bunch of words...
picked from the tree of life...
and the wordless energy
of people of good will...
joining each other ...
for a warm and peaceful purpose...