I had such plans
We have ridden all
Of the carnival rides
Gone fast and around
Up and down on
Ponies and in cars
And always start and
Always return where we
Began I guess that
It’s true that saying
That the foul always
Come home to roost
I’m coming back to
You Muenster in Denver
The last and brightest
Years of life together
This morning brings hope
The night’s been long
An eternity really as
We’ve waded through disquieting
Secrets and shaken trust
There is crippling pain
When at first truth
Is exposed after lies
It takes us awhile
To try again trust
Flees quickly once freed
I’ve always been blessed
But patience wasn’t included
I’m not sure why
Patience like other virtues
Like forgiveness and love
Seem to slowly blossom
Like late season hydrangeas
And remain long after
Our simple beauty fades
Perhaps late season virtues
Are those which carry
Us to Heavens gate
And let us in
Feeling like heavy crude
Freshly pumped from the
Wells of my nighttime
My mind needs refining
To remove the skeletal
Dreams laid waste there
Crushed by life’s pressure
And sifted through coffee
Causing me to cuckoo
Good morning to friends
Sometimes I do think
That when we argue
We aren’t pulling away
But rather pushing closer
Like earths tectonic plates
That when words fly
We’re doing nothing more
Than figuring out how
We can comfortably lay
Closer together not apart
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 