Awakening to my
Own voice recalling
You like a
Halo spinning overhead
Hovering in space
Moments after creation
You appeared from
Behind my blind
Side my new
Moon in orbit
Circling me there
Individually you are
Distinctly created to
Be your own
Sphere yet celestially
Dancing with me
Here in the
Eons drawn to
Each other wondering
Which really is
Leading and which
One is following
Life is a
Progression not a
Procession you don’t
Simply step or
March you see
Try and fail
It’s the little
Things that you’re
Not thinking about
That trip you
Up everything happens
As the result
Of something else
Take a step
Take a moment
And look back
To see how
Far you’ve already
Come then take
Sight on what’s
Next and go
Oh sweetheart we
Wont always agree
But unlike rams
On some craggy
Himalayan mountain we’re
Not taking aim
Buckling down and
Butting heads we’re
Talking albeit sometimes
In code trickling
Across wires of
Anger but if
We never disagreed
Did we ever
Really really agree
What I dreamed
Happened what I
Thought I touched
What I longed
For I felt
And what I
Wished for on
All those birthday
Candles I finally
Received you see
Close your eyes
And hope for
Things really really
Do come true
The streetlamp shatters
Sending shards of
Yellow light like
Brush fires onto
Grass as car
Lights glow blueish
White ahead then
Turn to red
Cats eyes as
They pass the
Sky glows an
Eerie blue like
Spent flash bulbs
As landing planes
Mew like lion
Cubs this is
The morning here
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 