A match
such promise
strike it
and watch
it burn
or add
it to
and pray
it grows
but go
it does
down to
little stick
something that
it has
always been
Crumb
A crumb found
by a finger
and cautiously tasted
more or less
curiosity or interest
seeking out more
or discarding rest
be it bed
or even bath
shall we or
better should we
Had
Had I known
that to have
was also enough
I’d spent less
time seeking more
and more time
appreciating the less
but we never
that is until
what little we
have is gone
Remember
Take my hand
let me show
then you’ll know
let my fingers
do their dance
as they prance
across your skin
do I begin
something else akin
to feeling love
or from above
do I fear
of being near
ThisOne
There’s this one
song that reminds
me of time
and again time
and times gone
its harmonious ballad
haunts the halls
of my heart
like a figure
ducking into doorways
holding a candle
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 