I hear the rain
Wishing it were snow
Rain sounds like heartbeats
Reminding me I’m forgotten
Snow sounds like singing
Reminding me I’m alive
Turning one into another
And always back again
Category: Affection
Then
You only ever miss
Something until you can’t
We never really realize
How lucky we are
When we are lucky
We always seem to
Be looking somewhere else
When where we are
And what we’re doing
And who we’re with
Will one day be
Long gone and then
When it’s too late
We will miss now
Then
ThisYours
I fear for this
World not my world
My world’s behind me
I fear for this
Your world I can’t
Understand nor did I
Ever imagine that this
Could’ve ever been that
When I was young
But now as I
Look down upon you
Tucked up so tightly
In your precious bassinet
I worry for you
This world of yours
Tapestry
I have spun my
Wishes together combining threads
Of person and place
Into my futures tapestry
To either hang huddle
Or hold against me
But really to share
With another woven therein
ThisIsHim
I have finally decided
That rather than wait
That I would ask
The Universe for someone
Creator of the Universe
Appear before me this
A Spanish pianist composer
In his early forties
Intense shy and passionate
Whose fingers speak music
Whereas mine speak words
And together create songs
Telling of mysteries and
Of adventures taken or
Simply quietly wished upon
At the point of
The candles last flicker
And our first sunrise
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 