The Invitation

Oh. God, it's me!
Cuddled in the cold,
kindling a candle of my soul,
Inviting you, to my lonely feast.

and we have winds of doubt here, uninvited,
and waters of sorrow uninvited,
and ashes of remorse, plenty,
and goblets of bitter despair,
enough for all...

We need you to join,
if this candle is to survive the night.
with the sun of some tomorrow,
should this feeble flame, unite.

Iman Fani 2010