Invitation Poem by Daniel Brick

Come softly to me
in the night. The darkness
contains no threat to us
when we are knit together
with the same fabric of courage.

Come to me disguised
or naked. The truth
will not be concealed
indefinitely. Eventually
we will learn to live without shame.

Make you visitation as serious
as a sacred ritual. Promote me
to the highest office of your hierarchy.
I will assume my duties, I will make
you proud you have chosen me.

Make me a promise you have
no intention to fulfill. Bind
me with false claims of authority.
Watch me flounder with uncertainty.
Withdraw entirely from our intercourse.

When we meet again, as we say -
accidently, we will embrace,
despite our better judgments. We are
bound to a moving wheel which winds
our fortunes into one certain fate.

Come softly to me
in the morning. The light
illuminates and warms us.
We have no cause for fear
or hate. Come softly - I am waiting.