And your message
This morning arrived
As sweetly as
You lifting the
Covers and letting
My cold body
Snuggle up behind
You your heat
Warming me slowly
No flash fire
But rather the
Slow and quiet
Intimacy shared while
Telling secrets and
Ghost stories around
A failing bonfire
On that night
In Wyoming canyons
Do you remember
The day starts
Sweetly like that
First lick of
An ice-cream on
A humid afternoon
Full of surprise
Like the first
Kiss as a
Teenager quiet like
Morning mass at
The towns church
And bubbly like
That first kick
Of coffee held
Between cold hands
Today I am
Happy like a
Child grasping his
First A marked
Test knowing that
The cramming study
Of your body
Last night has
Brought to me
You this morning
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
Bad dreams greeted
Me this morning
Filled with unrequited
Loves that haunted
Me like teasing
Ghouls some I’ve
Never dreamed before
Others have long
Brought me pain
Unable to shed
These terrors upon
Awakening I now
Shiver with a
Very heavy heart
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 