When I look
Into your dark
Deeply dark brown
Eyes I see
Calm pools on
Moonless nights and
Hear the chirping
Of marsh toads
And feel the
Steam rising like
A million separate
Sighs your eyes
Beckon me to
Slip in slowly
To your dreams
Dipping toes timidly
Then diving beneath
And swallowed completely
Whenever you do
Anything that you
Love to do
You always do
It well because
Doing that which
You love allows
The heart to
Sing the miraculous
Song of heaven
Simply life’s lullaby
Even inside I
Can tell fall
Is coming not
By color but
By wind licking
Trees and grass
Soon leaves will
Leap like tiny
Spinning parachutes landing
And carpeting everything
Under foot calico
Fleeing from chills
To warming fires
We will huddle
And remember summer
What I don’t
Want is the
Humid summer night
Breeze delicately wafting
Through opened curtains
Bathing me in
Late night chills
What I do
Want is fall
Leaves giving way
To November winds
And taking my
Autumn colors on
Wings to far
Off places setting
Me delicately on
Comforters of green
Where I can
Then take root
Grow and canopy
You many summers
Again speaking to
God He reminded
Me that those
That torment others
Are the ones
In bondage not
Those in chains
For those chained
Have free hearts
But those inflicting
Pain are indeed
Those most suffering
For cold hearts
Are those likely
To be broken
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 