Sweetheart there is
Something that you
Need to understand
Life isn’t happenstance
Before you were
Born the heavens
Kissed you giving
A little bit
Of itself to
You that’s why
I can see
The galaxies twinkling
In your eyes
And the sun
In your smile
And hear the
Oceans of moon
In your laugh
There are voices
Which speak yet
No one listens
They’re heard in
Wildflowers and oh
Those breezes that
Blow through willows
In a baby’s
Gurgle and a
Puppies yelp in
A tire on
Moist streets and
A bicycle bell
Try to stop
Listening to those
Voices in your
Mind they lie
Listen to others
To hear the
Gleeful abandon of
Life and smile
Sometimes in life
Someone is charged
With saying that
One thing that
Either builds or
Tears down neither
Is better depending
Sometimes someone knows
The truth that
You’re unwilling to
Face and that
Person is sent
To you to
Bring about change
And like happenstance
You popped into
My life like
Freshly buttered toast
Anticipated and warm
Crisp and fresh
I melted on
You like a
Pad of butter
We talked and
There we blended
Being one thing
And now another
Let me hear
You crack as
I coat the
Throat with saltiness
At long last
Two things eventually
Become just one
And finally spring
Has last arrived
And with the
Buds and blossoms
And sprigs and
Twigs and saplings
Came your hello
Your chagrin hesitation
Tickled me like
Dandelions held under
Chins your smile
Glowing on face
Sometimes people burn
As brightly as
Fields of wildflowers
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 