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
Category: Boo
FriendsLoversFriends
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
Morning (for boo & bean)
And awakened they
Did past lovers
Of mine like
Hatchlings on some
Far off branch
Chirping and cackling
Their good mornings
It made my
Heart sing like
A harpsichord playing
A light minuet
As I sipped
The champagne of
This glorious morn
YouMyLullaby
Oh and as
I hear Heaven’s
Lullabies whispering into
My ears I
Drift off nestled
Like hatchlings atop
Some far off
Tree safe from
The world below
Until I hear
A heart beat
Beating softly realizing
That it’s yours
LovePoem#211
Oh Lord your
Eyes are deep
Earthly rich pools
In which I
Dip and plant
My heart in
Their soil watching
Your smiles grow
Like sunflowers spreading
Across the plains
Of your cheeks
Your teeth as
White as a
Harvest moon guides
Me to bed
And your open
Arms envelope me
Like the airy
Limbs of the
Rivers weeping willows
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 