Every single time
That I begin
To write its
As though I’m
Stepping into Heaven
I step into
A different beautiful
Place where everything
Simply becomes words
Category: Friendship
Spirit (to Christopher)
And like in
The cold your
Breath rising through
Woolen mittens I
Witness your spirit
Escaping your lips
After a kiss
Or the deep
Sighs of understanding
Or that look
On your face
When you at
Last understand the
Joke I played
Your spirit is
Your sun and
I see it daily
DampCharlotte
There’s a dampness
This morning like
A freshly showered
Bathroom that hangs
Like freshly laundered
Shirts and misty
Spider webs cling
To tall trees
The air smells
Like wet cement
And dirt little
Glass ornaments teeter
On leaves and
Leap onto clothing
Saturating it duck
Calls echo in
The distance as
Charlotte awakens a
Freshly bathed child
MorningWithYou
Awake I am
Writing with you
Asleep around me
Your breathing shallow
Keeps time with
These words stirring
You feel my
Distance even in
Sleep rolling next
To me you
Grab my hand
Away from the
Keyboard placing it
Upon your chest
Where I feel
You beat this
Morning giving pause
To these words
StormyDawn
Like a new
Day storm whose
Lightening pops flashing
My dark room
I venture outside
Listening to taps
On my tin
Roof and there
East beyond the
Tree line a
Line of yellow
Breaks free of
Heavy clouds and
Through the pelting
Rain I feel dawns
Sun bathe me
In warmth you
Were that sun
Which broke free
From my storm
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 