I know now
That my time
In Charlotte is
But a resting
Place soon my
Wings will carry
Me to my
Spiritual place somewhere
In the high
Deserts of New
Mexico where I
Will finally roost
And make peace
With my Gods
Category: Curiosity
SkyCalling
The sky is
Calling me like
Migrating birds I
Think that it’s
Time to go
The where isn’t
Important to me
Now it’s the
Whom to take
Roost in the
Arms of friends
There my heart
Will finally sing
Cmere (for Will)
And just when
I felt the
Root give way
And I began
To plummet stories
Down a hand
Snatched me from
My doom calling
Here up here
It was the
Sound of hope
Calling softly Cmere
FreshMemory
My mind is
Ready for new
Memories it’s uploaded
What old ones
We’re there to
The clouds like
The heavens where
All good ol’
Dreams go now
Fresh GB’s waiting
Yo be scored
Like scribes of
Old my eyes
Heart and soul
Are awaiting you
SumersSymphony
The sweet melodies
Of bird song
Backed by the
Tympany of crickets
Then add the
Sawing cicadas and
You have a
Cacophony of early
Morning summer symphony
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 