I awoke to
The memory of
Us two men
As children playing
In sandboxes and
Seesaws on swings
And slides in
Tents enjoying finger
Puppet adventures in
Front of flickering
Candles and eventually
Sleep at last
Dreaming of the
Days adventures and
Joy one day
My friend upon
Your return we
Will soar like
Eagles on high
Thermals gliding wing
To wing towards
The heavens us
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 