We did what
Many won’t we
Explored each other’s
Lives took each
Brick we offered
Shaped it laid
It atop the
Other building a
Foundation of friendship
Then after that
Creation we sat
Atop and watched
The sun set
On those first
Few days and
Shared the night
Of thousand kisses
The early morning
Sun dabs the
House across the
Street yellow like
I did when
Mustard covered your
Chin spreading sunshine
Like dandelions held
Under your chin
A cardinal roosts
Proudly in tall
Pines looking like
Christmas calling to
His mate come
Here and kiss
Me there’s beauty
Here as crickets
Sing their last
Opus before the
Intermission of daybreak
He is a
Hunter capturing a
Blink of an
Eye in a
Frame frozen there
He snares expression
In a lens
Freezes it and
Creates wonder he
Places his subject
In a world
Untimely keeps them
Locked as he
Sees them beautifully
He is a
Time Lord collecting
All things gorgeous
I don’t want
Another after you
I’m tired of
Dancing my feet
Hurt my throat
Is dry and
My heart heavy
Let me sit
And remember but
No one ask
Me to dance
Like the fog
That rolled in
From the sea
You hid the
The things that
I normally see
Creating a world
Of touch rather
Than sight searching
I found you
Explored you knew
You but today
The sun has
Burned off the
Fog and I
See that you
Are no different
From the others
That I knew
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 