Wisdom does not age
Wisdom comes from empathy
For those who never
Feel will never know
Wisdom rises from seeds
Sown through our lifetimes
Reaped not when harvested
But when quietly listened
Wisdom is the wind
To some it cools
To most it blows
To all it moves
When I hold you
I want to hold
Your heavens I want
To feel the sun
Of your heart the
Moon of your soul
The swirling spider galaxies
Of your arms and
The earth of body
I want to know
The gravity of your
Weight full upon me
I want to behold
You as my universe
I am a romantic
When I dream I
Dream of love I
Dream of stolen kisses
And smiles and winks
Of subtlety and nuance
Of details and surprises
But the world wants
Something completely other leaving
Me to wonder how
On every single path
There’s stones and breadcrumbs
Having been left before
Behind by something other
Always leading never alone
And on we go
Never knowing always wondering
Until finally at last
We eventually get there
Wherever there that is
Only we will know
Some of us know
We know where things
Go will go and
Have gone we’ve either
Been this way before
Or stumbled through this
Dark room stubbing toes
Yet each one is
Whether person or problem
Different diverse and complex
As though someone has
Rearranged all the furniture
Without telling a soul
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 