My dear boy
There are two
Types of people
In this world
Those that retreat
From a challenge
And those that
Charge the same
Those that retreat
Are the followers
And those that
Charge are leaders
One lives a
Safe life while
The other makes
His own life
No one is
Born to be
Either but instead
Chooses either prairie
Or mountain top
Both start at
The same spot
But end at
Completely different places
And then there
Was this boy
Like life blurred
Lines but brought
Me such joy
Two opposites at
Times opposed but
Always attracted like
Magnets and even
Though thousands of
Miles apart lean
In towards the
Other like trees
On a ridge
On Oahu relying
On the other
For strength oh
Piggy you in
Makeup and me
Bearded we simply
Compliment the other
Like canvas and
Paint separate things
But together art
Creating such beauty
My minds evilness
Conjures like warlocks
Standing over a
Tureen of goo
Falsity of you
Creating lies which
Like all spells
Do nothing but
Emphasize my insecurity
Why oh why
Do I place
You in such
Prisons when your
Only crime was
To love me
Exonerated now freed
From my dungeon
Squinting you turn
Back your soul
Simply asking why
What you’ve done
We are all
Capable of the
Tyranny of love
The morn starts
Chilly like dipping
My hand into
A bag of
Ice scurrying in
With the days
Paper like my
Pup seeking warmth
I grasp my
Cup of coffee
Watching the steam
Rise like sirens
Calling seafarer towards
Rocks I slowly
Sip like children
In Wisconsin lake
Cabins gazing at
Autumn’s exploding color
Enjoying this early
Brisk Charlotte day
Like the first
Pages of a
Novel I struggled
With interest but
Now chapters in
I simply can’t
Put you down
I’m saturated like
A freshly watered
Lawn steeped in
Your moisture growing
Sprouting like a
Field of wildflowers
One day or
Flower prettier than
The next soon
I will finish
Reading this book
That you are
Ready to write
The sequel this
Time with you
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 