I have learned
In my long
Life that people
Are the soil
From which all
Others grow relationships
Whether they are
Friendly or romantic
Require love to
Grow fear not
Pruning your relationships
For love does
Always sprout eternal
Growing new shoots
Spreading itself out
To the sun
Like a favorite
Song which conjures
The memories of
Past intimate times
When I took
Your hand and
Lifted you from
The chair and
Like a rainbow
Appeared from nowhere
For nothing more
Than to brighten
Your cloudy skies
I pulled you
Close to me
Moving there in
The middle of
Everyone else like
Two heavenly orbs
In the heavens
Dancing the slow
Dance of creation
I remember you
There then now
My dear boy
My purpose in
Your life is
Clear I am
To plant not
To sow I
Am to predict
Where you are
To experience then
Reflect with the
Knowledge that I’ve
Already installed think
Of me as
Nothing more than
A map of
Your adventure of
Which I have
Already lived first
There is simply
No power in
The Universe strong
Enough to keep
You from me
We are those
Invisible hands that
Like magnets naturally
Draw us closer
Like planet to
Moon we orbit
The other in
A celestial heaven
Joy springs forth
Like daffodils in
Past winters garden
Promising hopes of
Warmer days like
Your smile that
Moves across your
Face after poorly
Delivered old jokes
Joy is the
Expression of happiness
When your heart
Is at long
Last coddled in
The arms of
Another free from
Harm like your
Arms encircled me
In that Smoky
Mountain snowy cabin
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 