So you said it
You told the truth
Why you asked me
Is being yourself so
Hard because the world
Doesn’t understand things that
It simply can’t accept
As normal when normal
Isn’t what they do
So you said it
To families and friends
That you are gay
And now your little
Corner of the world
Knows what normal really
Is because you are
The funny thing about
Vision is that it
Don’t require eye sight
It does require heart
So just as love
One must learn to
Trust what one cannot
See in order to
Create something extraordinarily beautiful
That only kindred hearts
Are capable of seeing
Give me the quiet
Man whose sighs shake
The trees over the
Loud man whose opinions
Echo into empty canyons
One brings about change
While the other nothing
Love is the
Song of angels
Being in love
Is a privilege
For being in
Love is taking
One step closer
To your God
It is simply this
Your eyes your eyes
Are like two coffees
Two espressos sitting in
White white porcelain cups
One caffeinated winking at
Me across the room
Asking for my patience
While the other one
Decaffeinated at the end
Of the night buried under
Blanket asking me to
Come and sip and
Taste before my sleep
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 