I’ve changed
talking about
my aloneness
from just
to only
just sounds
like something
is missing
whereas only
sounds like
a desire
Seeds
What I don’t
understand is this
once found the
dream I mean
it becomes normal
what do I
do with wishes
aren’t they the
seeds of dreams
planted in the
minds of men
Light
What does
the light
of a
single heart
hope to
see in
a world
of darkness
why itself
of course
for that’s
all that
it needs
Cleaned
Now after done
I can relax
reflect and relate
others keep going
but me no
here I’ll sit
for a moment
letting the sigh
of jobs done
disappear with the
dust and dirt
Maybe
A sound
from afar
like ice
in glass
no quieter
a sigh
from long
lost lungs
no purer
ahh yes
the silent
sound that
hope makes
when the
heart laughs
tickle me
then this
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 