There is one photograph
Of you standing there
My eyes own adventure
Traveling from your face
To your body back
To your face knowing
That like with each
Row of the oar
I get a little
Bit closer to you
Category: Falling in Love
InvisibleDrum
And with each season
Comes it’s own surprises
Awake aware abandon acquiesce
Bud blossom befall bedtime
Curious crave collapse close
Dawn desire descend die
On through the alphabet
No matter the season
Whether it be love
Or life or time
The seasons always march
To an invisible drum
Heard by no one
Yet felt by all
LoveSpeak
As the pond said
To the lad after
He remarked of its
Beauty I mirror only
What I myself see
TakingNotice
As I have gotten older
I’ve become more aware
Of the little things
Having been bombarded by
The grand things of
Life I have sought
Refuge in the quiet
Things raindrops on eaves
The scratching of fall
Leaves and ant hills
That seem to erupt
Overnight through sidewalk cracks
The slower things like
Inch by delicate inch
Of freshly fallen snow
That crawls against windows
And plump caterpillars that
Wind and weave munching
Polka dots in green
On their way to
Emerging butterfly and oh
Yes love as called
Accepting it rather than
Seeking it there’s comfort
In the little slow
Things that simply show
Up for no other
Reason than being themselves
And I taking notice
YourEyes (for Java)
When above me
You hovered inches
From my face
I saw therein
Your eyes creation
Not all of
Creation just ours
I witnessed something
Happening from nothing
And right there
I knew that
Like God said
It is good
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 