Lovers are like
Newspapers crisp a
Bit fragile and
Temporary read once
But you Muenster
You’re like my
Favorite book highlighted
And dog eared
Used and read
At the ready
When comfort is
Needed or like
The oak under
Which I nap
On lazy summer
Afternoons your canopy
Outstretched protecting me
And still the
Teasing continues like
A toddler with
A Jack-in-the-box you
Wind me up
And out I
Jump to the
Sound of glee
Or you like
The school bus
Which I patiently
Await I hear
From afar wagging
Knowing that soon
We will play
On this sunny
And warm afternoon
We dance the
Dance the pirouette
Of interest and
Curiosity like hummingbirds
Bobbing about the
Same sugary feeder
Called us we
Hover and dive
Picking up pecks
Of sweet nectar
Or like starlings
Hopping amongst twigs
We look for
That special wood
Which would make
Our nest complete
And after the
Chat the portrait
Arrived and like
A child watching
Fireworks my heart
Sped up and
My mouth uttered
Ooos and ahhhs
And I shook
With glee like
A dog in
From the rain
And there on
A road I
Saw a candle
Lit window aflicker
After my long
Journey past empty
Houses a light
Drew me there
And a stranger
Greeted me one
That became a
Friend and lover
And that one
Simple candle has
Never gone out
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 