It is
funny this
that bird
which for
so long
I’d wished
to keep
has returned
ready to
be caged
but now
I no
longer want
knowing that
a captured
bird never
sings songs
of beauty
Category: Gay
Sandcastle
New is
old again
and old
becomes new
and so
we go
this surf
lapping away
at sandcastles
most leave
I stay
making anew
this thing
of sand
Gregoire
From depths
of past
he bubbled
finding me
a voice
even today
I could
hear familiar
bonjour poet
it’s Gregoire
swim with
me again
BeaconBe
Be the beacon
allow others darkness
for they will
find your light
only when and
if they are
looking for it
remain yourself steady
a safe harbor
amongst their torrents
they either will
or they won’t
to the beacon
neither ever matters
Snowy
The dark
sky turned
white with
the feathers
of Heaven
my blinds
barely conceal
I can
still see
you sleeping
shepherd boy
resting next
to me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 