The sky is
Like the underbelly
of a morning
Dove that same
Bluish gray speckled
With white clouds
Yellow horizontal sunshafts
Strike chimney sides
And outcropping dormers
Humidity’s legs dance
Down patio doors
Coffee brews inside
While outside night
Begins to evaporate
Either die full
Or empty in
Life I choose
Empty giving to
Others what I
Feel and see
In order to
Create dreams and
Hope what a
Selfish world this
Would be if
We kept to
Ourselves what we
Saw and felt
Share yourself with
Others multiply
Your hearts into
Many others hearts
And 20 years
Ago the world
Was blessed by
It’s newest apprentice
A boy of magic
He wished for
A wizard to
Teach him the
Arts of the
Woodland and prairie
And share the
Wisdom of ages
And one did
Appear but not
To teach him
Wizardry but to
Teach him to
Be his best
For in his
Heart lays the
Worlds magical miracle
Simply called love
Happiest birthday Myles
We met when
You were but
A prince I
Taught you honor
Trust chivalry horses
Compassion armor and
Armaments protection love
And soon when
I’m gone it
Will be your
Turn to be
Like a king
Beside me you
Lay covered in
White your chocolate
Skin peeking from
Behind like a
Bookmark one shoulder
Showing begging for
Early morning affection
Face turned away
Now turns towards
And lips open
And moisten as
I watch and
Lean in when
At once your
Arms encircle me
Pulling in close
And whispering your
Gaze is a
Traitor to sleep
And you shall
Pay your fine
By kissing me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 