I prefer to whisper
Let the others shout
Whispers mean as much
As all their roars
Tell me who hasn’t
Heard the whispers of
Snow falling or of
Rain on a pond
Or even of sunrise
Let the world holler
And hear me whisper
These very simple poems
My heart to yours
How to say this
When you finally admit
That the life you
Live isn’t the life
You want when you
Are finished playing the
Lead in the comedy
Called your own life
When you decide this
There are no fireworks
But rather miraculous whispering
Of possibilities and optimism
The world heretofore unknown
Becomes teeming with positivity
And all the things
Before unseen in darkness
And you awaken happy
Welcoming the richness of
This your new life
I think that we
Will still write after
We die just as
We wrote before born
You see we have
Stardust on our fingertips
And once again above
Just watch the sky
For there we will
Write across the heavens
About all the happiness
That we had made
This time around for
The universe to read
What keeps love young
Because the same love
That you feel for
Someone at eighteen feels
The same at sixty
Even as we age
In years love remains
Like puppies and butterflies
Isn’t that simply something
There is one thing
That without the
The first is impossible
It is a gateway
A shortcut through yards
Warmed knife through butter
It just makes everything
Seem easier and natural
Simply fresh and organic
It allows the second
To sprout and grow
To be eventually seen
By others and recognized
The second is love
But first is laughter
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 