When I listen to
Satie and to Chopin
I hear snow fall
And I am reminded
How much I miss
Watching it slowly dance
And gather and pile
It reminds me of
Life and of love
Coming in quietly at
First delicate and pure
And the next day
Everything is so bright
That even dogs squint
But as days pass
What was once white
Dirties and tossed aside
No longer a miracle
That’s why I’m going
To the mountains it’s
Closer to Heaven there
When people don’t care
It’s hard to care
Back the heart is
Like a pond it
Gets covered in ice
As still water does
Yet beneath the hardness
Fish swim about freely
Like hopes and dreams
Either loves sun melts
Or compassionate friends crack
The same thing happens
The shadow life warms
How to say this
When you finally admit
That the life you
Live isn’t the life
You want when you
Are finished playing the
Lead in the comedy
Called your own life
When you decide this
There are no fireworks
But rather miraculous whispering
Of possibilities and optimism
The world heretofore unknown
Becomes teeming with positivity
And all the things
Before unseen in darkness
And you awaken happy
Welcoming the richness of
This your new life
I think that we
Will still write after
We die just as
We wrote before born
You see we have
Stardust on our fingertips
And once again above
Just watch the sky
For there we will
Write across the heavens
About all the happiness
That we had made
This time around for
The universe to read
There is one thing
That without the
The first is impossible
It is a gateway
A shortcut through yards
Warmed knife through butter
It just makes everything
Seem easier and natural
Simply fresh and organic
It allows the second
To sprout and grow
To be eventually seen
By others and recognized
The second is love
But first is laughter
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 