I’m one that
Needs sounds silence
To me is
Like dirt thrown
Into a hole
I need music
Or chatter or
The birdied harmony
I need the
Sweet sounds of
Angels as I
Sleep the purrs
Of cats and
Bark of dogs
I need to
Hear my heart
Sing so sweetheart
Let me hear
Your laughter your
Tears and the
Sweetest of melodies
That you are
Awaking to silence
I hear breathing
My own and
Yours as I
Stare into darkness
Grabbing my phone
To write you
Stir have I
Awakened you or
Are you stretching
Like a cat
Turning to me
You drowsily stare
Like a child
Wondering how how
What I’m not
Sure surely knowing
That I write
Then I feel
A kiss on
My chest followed
By a hand
You knowing I’m
Doing what I
Am and me
Knowing what you
Mean to me
The body is
The temple of
The soul but
It’s just a
Vessel a canoe
Which floats upon
The lake that
The soul is
Come swim with
Me abandon your
Boat get naked
And let us
Paddle languidly in
All that the
Other beautifully is
The night hangs
In tall trees
Clouds of moon-glow
Wisps of Luna’s
Veil drapes the
Mighty pines as
Soupy clouds drift
Lower like tails
Of kites getting
Caught in power
Lines haunting the
Ghoulish landscape frightens
Even birds as
They whisper their
Quiet morning melodies
There are some
That live in
A perpetual spring
Flora and fauna
Charging through men
Just like Charlamagne
Conquering the scores
Me oh me
Instead prefer soft
Whispers and the
Bristles of beards
On tender throats
I walk quietly
Through fields and
Pick the prettiest
Of the pretty
Creating a bouquet
Of the wildflowers
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 