And as the
water starts and
begins to fill
at first splashing
and then flowing
I hear you
behind me popping
the cork pouring
and quickly undressing
and I too
as you slowly
slide in first
sighing at warmth
and watching me
as I join
with the zeal
of a child
slipping his letter
addressed to Santa
into its envelope
Category: Romance
TimeSon
When I hear
whether near or
far that particular
melody I’m taken
back to the
first time I
ever heard it
and like the
early evening whistle
of my father
calling me home
for the night
I’m reminded that
despite my desire
to remain longer
I must go
for someone somewhere
on the end
of that whistle
and that melody
calls for me
it’s time son
Vision
I dream of
you here though
we’ve never met
I see you
sitting there standing
here whispering something
that causes me
to rise and
follow I hear
you giggle like
some far off
bell tower ringing
heralding something important
no not death
for you are
not a ghost
but a vision
a prophecy and
a promise of
something better yet
to once come
Then
One more hour
just one more
that I dread
not that I
dread you here
it’s the you
not I do
no matter how
I keep the
dogs of then
at bay no
matter how many
I chase off
then will find
their way in
dragging you off
then always wins
it always wins
Invention
I wonder
sitting here
just how
many things
that have
been invented
were mistakes
and supposed
to be
something else
like us
I suppose
having been
one thing
you promised
and another
I saw
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 