One day
When this
Flurry of
Storms pass
And I
Burrow from
Beneath the
Burden of
Memory perhaps
I shall
Once again
Spy an
Icycle melting
From the
Sun and
Know that
I too
Am healed
Category: Falling in Love
Frozen
I wear
A heavy
Coat of
Sadness which
Refuses to
Ward off
The chill
Of loss
Instead its
Threads weave
Around my
Heart keeping
It frozen
Bikes
Like the
Family dog
Whose son
Discovered a
Bike I’m
No longer
Able to
Keep up
So I
Wait and
Wonder for
Your return
Remembering
Grander times
Of fun
And frolick
Hoping that
You remember
Me one
Day
OnTop (to Mary)
Everyone
Wants to
Be on
Top until
They get
There
Then it’s
A different
Game
All together
Vision (to Mary)
You do
Not need
Eye sight
To possess
Vision it
Comes from
The heart
And when
You listen
So shall
You hear
The beating
Of passions
And what
It’s meant
To be
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 