Awake I am
Writing with you
Asleep around me
Your breathing shallow
Keeps time with
These words stirring
You feel my
Distance even in
Sleep rolling next
To me you
Grab my hand
Away from the
Keyboard placing it
Upon your chest
Where I feel
You beat this
Morning giving pause
To these words
We are like
A River at
First strong deep
Then we went
Our separate ways
Saturating the landscape
With our richness
But like all
Rivers we will
Meet again at
The oceans start
Can a bird
Sing when flying
Or does it
Sit silent while
Wandering much like
You I wonder
Do you sing
Songs of me
When you’re fleeing
Or are your
Words only spoken
When you return
Oh I see now
The way that were
Are just simple shadows
And there you stand
Naked against the sun
You thought that maybe
I couldn’t write you
A poem with four
Words per line but
I promise you this
I can do anything
That you wish
Except that
Right
When friends turn
To lovers turn
To friends something
Happens something deepens
Like the seasons
One moves from
One to the
Next not without
Discomfort does a
Bud not love
Being a bud
Then a leaf
Full of life
And beauty did
It ever think
That it would
Be the carpet
Upon which the
Snow falls being
Nothing more than
A memory when
Friends turn to
Lovers to friends
They understand that
For a brief season
They were one
Thing and now
Another keeping their
Pace with time
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 