Like a favorite
Song which conjures
The memories of
Past intimate times
When I took
Your hand and
Lifted you from
The chair and
Like a rainbow
Appeared from nowhere
For nothing more
Than to brighten
Your cloudy skies
I pulled you
Close to me
Moving there in
The middle of
Everyone else like
Two heavenly orbs
In the heavens
Dancing the slow
Dance of creation
I remember you
There then now
My dear boy
My purpose in
Your life is
Clear I am
To plant not
To sow I
Am to predict
Where you are
To experience then
Reflect with the
Knowledge that I’ve
Already installed think
Of me as
Nothing more than
A map of
Your adventure of
Which I have
Already lived first
There is simply
No power in
The Universe strong
Enough to keep
You from me
We are those
Invisible hands that
Like magnets naturally
Draw us closer
Like planet to
Moon we orbit
The other in
A celestial heaven
Joy springs forth
Like daffodils in
Past winters garden
Promising hopes of
Warmer days like
Your smile that
Moves across your
Face after poorly
Delivered old jokes
Joy is the
Expression of happiness
When your heart
Is at long
Last coddled in
The arms of
Another free from
Harm like your
Arms encircled me
In that Smoky
Mountain snowy cabin
We are often
Seduced by the
Sating bounty of
Attraction like hungry
Children placed before
A glass case
Full of pastries
Often grabbing first
The most delicious
But what if
We were blind
To image from
Where would we
Then decide which
The soul sings
Songs that only
The heart hears
When picking someone
Listen to their
Harmony in order
To hear the
Melodies of love
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 