I have finally decided
That rather than wait
That I would ask
The Universe for someone
Creator of the Universe
Appear before me this
A Spanish pianist composer
In his early forties
Intense shy and passionate
Whose fingers speak music
Whereas mine speak words
And together create songs
Telling of mysteries and
Of adventures taken or
Simply quietly wished upon
At the point of
The candles last flicker
And our first sunrise
Let us talk images
What do you see
Let your mind wander
Like beach scouring children
Picking up sparkly things
And declaring them treasure
Let your mind go
Don’t hold it back
Wander and wonder rifle
Through its nookish crannies
And discover trinkets only
That imagination will recognize
Be that child again
To know yourself is
To know God itself
For whatever you imagine
Can be by simply
Seeing it before it’s
Seen by others trust
That what you see
Is real and go
Find it or make
It so for those
Let us not talk
About loneliness about absence
And abstinence let us
Talk about something new
Someone new let us
Forget the long winter
Of shortened days and
What seemed perpetual night
Of listening to songs
Those same old songs
That staved off hunger
And thirst let us
Now think of Rome
Of warm sunny days
Of wine and crunchy
Bruschetta and of antipasti
Of unyielding laughter and
The whispering Vespa whines
Of what is surely
To come to the
Future of the Mediterranean
Of our life together
I’ve lived several lives
This life time around
Each one an adventure
Full of awed inspiration
Of amazing beauty and
Hours of quiet contemplation
I chased my dreams
And made them reality
Realizing that the true
Strength in life is
Not just having dreams
But recognizing when you
Capture them giving room
To dream yet again
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 