At long last
I have returned
Like a weary
Soldier home to
The mother land
Back to the
Familiarity of self
After conquering the
Men of distant
Lands near and
Far leaving littered
Hearts along the
Way home now
To lick wounds
Like a dog
After a fight
Swatting away carnage
Like mosquitoes I
Finally find the
Peace that I
Sought calmly all
Alone with me
And like the
Winter does for
The spring to
Give what you
Can to another
Causes both to
Have their meanings
Generosity of self
Requires no acknowledgement
The recognition occurs
In the blossoms
Of the other
Give and then
Give more and
Then even more
My dear boy
Please remember that
There’s a difference
Between the what
And the who
The what when
Done enough like
All things grows
Old and weary
But the who
Oh the who
Remains ageless and
Always always new
Speaking of love
It is not
The who or
The where or
The what or
Even the why
What is important
Is the when
For when is
Possibility for when
Is less thought
And more action
For when to
Love is simply
Always to love
And as is
Usual when the
Dark seems darkest
A hand by
Way of a
Hello reaches out
Simple and innocent
Like the first
Leaf of Autumn
To fall it
Lands softly on
The hand reminding
You that you
Are not alone
It is the
Darkness that is
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 