The clouds move
Past sky blue
Like snow drifts
In Wisconsin winters
Leaving only open
Burrow holes seen
Lower clouds hang
Like large spider
Webs as jet
Planes fly through
Fields of tall
Greens and soupy
Moss stand across
From me as
Wet streets purr
Under car tires
Here in Charlotte
You are like
A moonlit pond
Simple serene reflective
Like angels mirrored
Back to me
Remember that whatever
You dream is
Reality somewhere and
All you need
To do is
Find that place
Oh to be
A bird to
Soar to sing
To sleep just
Like angels except
For the sleep
Those that don’t
Live by the
Truth have a
Problem hearing it
Speak your truth
To everyone and
Those that hear
Are your friends
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 