I’ve run out
of dreams that’s
not to say
I don’t dream
but I don’t
dream about things
and places anymore
or where I
want to go
or who I
want to be
is that what
aging does stop
those precious dreams
and replace them
with just living
living a life
just like I
did before before
I had dreams
that came true
Category: Bean
WritingYou (to Bean)
And here
I thought
my writing
you left
you embarrassed
so I
stopped it
oh not
writing you
no that
I couldn’t
but telling
you because
that I
knew that
I could
BeanLilBean
I not only
watched you grow
up but your
baby brother too
it’s weird this
me slowing down
like an oak
way out there
and you too
taking root somewhere
else I can
see your blossoms
from over here
but I can’t
smell your fragrance
so imagine it
then I will
and yes it’s
just that sweet
MendOrEnd (Bean reprise)
You want
to visit
for a
few days
after everything
why return
to the
scene of
the crime
for that
was not
an accident
not even
a surgeon
opens the
same wound
for surely
it will
cut again
and I’m
just not
sure if
there’s any
more room
on my
heart for
another scar
HummingHim
The string
that once
was plucked
and played
singing its
happy melody
now yearns
moans longingly
haunting tunes
for when
love which
once was
is denied
it loses
its whistle
and becomes
a hum
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 