Night came as
night always does
these long hours
stretching like window
sill sitting cats
it’s cold outside
the moon though
full not warm
awake and alone
I move closer
mooring myself to
you little canoe
reminding me that
night will pass
into the morning
when the luxury
of you begins
Category: Bean
Dreams (to Bean)
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
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 