When I hear
DeBussy’s Nocturne my
Heart which I
Wear on my
Sleeve bleeds saturating
My arm crimson
As clear tears
Well and roll
Wetting my lips
I miss those
Long lost loves
Like the kite
Caught in headwinds
Snatching it from
My hands taking
It somewhere else
Now a limp
String with nowhere
To fly I
Simply sit and
Imagine its life
In someone else’s
Hands bringing joy
They say that
Classical music resonates
Within our bodies
It’s melody is
Tuned to ours
Just like love
It’s harmony or
Thunderous crescendos and
Rests its syncopation
And heartbeats drum
Within each of
Us listen to
The simple song
Of love for
It too resonates
Deep with us
And like a
Child awakening to
An overnight snowfall
The sight of
You makes me
Swoon with adventure
Sleds and snowballs
Mittens and cocoa
Of crackling fires
And smooth whiskey
While I watch
The fire’s fingers
Dance across cheekbones
And light up
The twinkling galaxies
In your eyes
You are my
Own late-night snowfall
Let us play
With gleeful abandon
I don’t say
Things I think
I’m cautious like
A new driver
At a stop
Sign looking each
Way thrice before
Proceeding or like
A birder careful
Not to snap
A twig scaring
Away the thing
I wish to
See I keep
Things from your
Ears for even
Though I think
Them I fear
Your heart simply
Cannot hear them
Instead let me
Spy upon your
Smile and simply
Smile back love
I see life
In As’s and
Like’s the world
Pops for me
In technicolor in
Images like a
Map laid before
Me with savanna
And forest everywhere
What I spy
Is lush like
Handfuls of gemstones
Each one holds
It’s own secret
Like your whispers
Late at night
You next to
Me are my
Metaphor unlocking each
And every other
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 