I know now
That my time
In Charlotte is
But a resting
Place soon my
Wings will carry
Me to my
Spiritual place somewhere
In the high
Deserts of New
Mexico where I
Will finally roost
And make peace
With my Gods
Category: happines
SkyCalling
The sky is
Calling me like
Migrating birds I
Think that it’s
Time to go
The where isn’t
Important to me
Now it’s the
Whom to take
Roost in the
Arms of friends
There my heart
Will finally sing
MorningAgain
Now the sky
Glows with gray
Clouds tinged by
Pink blushing from
Last nights escapades
They hover like
Dust from mother’s
Early morning makeup
Some crimson like
An accused child
Of peeking beneath
Desks as most
Of the sky
Is set ablaze
With God’s glory
FreshMemory
My mind is
Ready for new
Memories it’s uploaded
What old ones
We’re there to
The clouds like
The heavens where
All good ol’
Dreams go now
Fresh GB’s waiting
Yo be scored
Like scribes of
Old my eyes
Heart and soul
Are awaiting you
StoreMore
And back again
To a clean
Blackboard and chalk
Drawing words and
Numbers and hopes
And punishment but
Fresh I am
To thinking that
Perhaps I’ve used
Up my stockpile
Of love that
Perhaps it’s time
To forage and
Store some more
For the next
Season when love
Will blossom again
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 