The day starts
Dark with passing
Car lights shattering
My room like
Searchers flashlights looking
Familiar music plays
Like calming lullabies
Soothing the remnants
Of bad dreams
Messages from far
Off friends litter
My phone like
Smoke signals seen
On far off
Mountains reminding me
That I’m not
Alone this morning
Give what you
Can and then
Give some more
Love whom you
Can and then
Love some more
Expect nothing to
Be returned instead
Hope that your
Giving and loving
Keeps moving forward
There are certain
Things that we
Need roof food
Water a place
To lay your
Head even animals
Need these things
What separates us
From them are
Our wants desires
And dreams for
Most the needs
Are given and
The wants few
If you have
The needs rather
Than desiring wants
Try to ensure
That less fortunate
Have theirs met
That is a
Dream to dream
Friends we are
And friends we’ll
Be yes we
Knock on the
Door of romance
Like weary travelers
Seeking harbor from
A cold world
A place to
Rest a warm
Hearted hearth which
Renews our hope
That indeed there
Is someone somewhere
Thinking of me
The day starts
Fresh renewed and
Clear like warm
April mornings bringing
Budding daffodils the
Dense fog of
Indecision rolled off
The coast of
My heart heralding
Change alone again
Like the sole
Tree on the
Prairie I will
Bring shade to
Those wishing to
Sit beside me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 