A friend
In the
Form of
A bird
Greeted me
Today she
Sang a
Song I’d
Long forgotten
It’s you
She sang
It’s you
You and
Your words
That sing
Mine are
Simply calls
But yours
Yours are
Here to
Let others
Sing theirs
Category: Romance
Crutch (to Bean)
Some say
A crutch
Is a
Weakness a
Lean-to a
Support no
It isn’t
It is
Defiance an
Acceptance that
In life
Things fail
Us and
Only the
Strong admit
Stand up
And continue
On always
Bean
And something
Was said
And down
To my
Knees I
Went crying
A hand
Came down
And lifted
My chin
Wiped away
Tears with
Soft fingers
Knelt with
Me and
Whispered come
Home come
Now this
World isn’t
Yours anymore
And so
I went
To heaven
Masks (to Dallas)
We met
At a
Masquerade ball
Not seeing
What we
Normally see
Instead listening
To things
We never
Heard and
At midnight
Masks were
Dropped and
There we
Stood now
More attracted
Than ever
Because then
We saw
The face
That whispered
The melodies
Upon which
We sang
Comfort (to Chandler)
And sometimes
We hear
A plea
And stop
What we’re
Doing and
Listen seek
Discover distress
We choose
Then whether
Or not
To provide
Comfort and
If so
We are
Indeed created
In His
Only image
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 