He is a
Hunter capturing a
Blink of an
Eye in a
Frame frozen there
He snares expression
In a lens
Freezes it and
Creates wonder he
Places his subject
In a world
Untimely keeps them
Locked as he
Sees them beautifully
He is a
Time Lord collecting
All things gorgeous
I don’t want
Another after you
I’m tired of
Dancing my feet
Hurt my throat
Is dry and
My heart heavy
Let me sit
And remember but
No one ask
Me to dance
Like the fog
That rolled in
From the sea
You hid the
The things that
I normally see
Creating a world
Of touch rather
Than sight searching
I found you
Explored you knew
You but today
The sun has
Burned off the
Fog and I
See that you
Are no different
From the others
That I knew
And now in
The silence of
A midnight snowfall
I see the
Boot prints leading
From door to
Car my only
Memory of you
I’ve heard this
Melody before sung
Into my ears
The songs of
Desire but yours
Was a symphony
Alone again and
At last I
Realize that you
Like so many
Others were looking
For something hoping
That I’d fit
When I didn’t
You packed up
Your instruments leaving
Me at least
A little better
Than you found
And like a
Barren field we
Tilled picked rocks
And planted the
Friendship seeds watered
Them with interest
And curiosity weeded
The distractions of
The others basked
Them in the
Sunlight of affection
And harvested them
Last night tonight
Let us sit
At our table
In each other’s
Arms and feast
Upon the bounty
That we both
Have tenderly sowed
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 