I dreamt things again
things that never were
or maybe were once
somewhere else not here
Maybe our sleeping minds
is where life lived
once upon a time
and now those lives
are stored up there
in a dusty old
attic atop the stairs
that no one climbs
up there best forgotten
until we sleep when
we no longer can
Category: Morning
ImportantThings
This quiet morning starts
with the haunting piano
of Satie and with
each note and chord
I can feel the
resonance and harmony in
my heart his music
longs like faraway lovers
whose souls used to
sing but now weep
like tulip petals which
gather at the bottom
of a wilting stem
having once known beauty
like half eaten food
followed by door slams
and the heavy sigh
of love once known
Satie makes me remember
all of the things
I thought I forgot
Important things I’ll add
but then not really
MountainMorning
My love I really
wish that you could
see what I’m seeing
The full moon grows
bigger but also dims
as it slowly dips
behind the mountains of
your breathing chest as
well as the breathtaking
peaks far behind you
as I being but
a tourist in this
morning range of us
RockyMountainMorn
I paint the sky
with colors this morning
it’s a rose rouge
applied to an ashen
face meant to show
innocence and charming chagrin
dressed in blue lace
with bright orange earrings
which erupt when catching
light and dark heavy
shoes contradicting her youthful
appearance and reminding us
that this world is
a matron and Ma’am
in whose arms we
find peace and comfort
Horologist
And now it’s before
the day still belonging
to the night the
house still belonging to
the chill and the
coffee still belonging to
the bean this before
is my favorite time
a quiet peaceful time
before you eventually stir
and stretch being coaxed
by the sun rising
the heat of the
fire and the aroma
of coffee I enjoy
your laziness there knowing
that I’m like your
very own horologist winding
you up starting your
pendulum and regulating the
ticking of your heart
for your upcoming day
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 