There are voices
Which speak yet
No one listens
They’re heard in
Wildflowers and oh
Those breezes that
Blow through willows
In a baby’s
Gurgle and a
Puppies yelp in
A tire on
Moist streets and
A bicycle bell
Try to stop
Listening to those
Voices in your
Mind they lie
Listen to others
To hear the
Gleeful abandon of
Life and smile
And like happenstance
You popped into
My life like
Freshly buttered toast
Anticipated and warm
Crisp and fresh
I melted on
You like a
Pad of butter
We talked and
There we blended
Being one thing
And now another
Let me hear
You crack as
I coat the
Throat with saltiness
At long last
Two things eventually
Become just one
You sit in
Front of me
My own one
Cup of coffee
Anticipated and steamy
Intoxicating and awakening
I warm my
Hands around you
I sip you
Slowly savoring you
Your robustness and
Slight bitterness as
You cascade down
My throat and
Into my heart
You my love
Warm me each
Morning from the
Inside out making
Me smile then
Now dreams passed
Moving swiftly like
Gale force winds
Knocking down power
In darkness I
Sit finally hearing
The birds chirping
A new day
As the sky
Begins to glow
A warm blue
Oh I know
That dreams only
Ever stay asleep
And now awake
Day is true
Salvation has come
In this daybreak
Awakened and sweating
Unable to shake
The demon ravens
From my minds
Canopy they roost
Hiding in dreams
Which linger like
The bitter taste
Of some pill
I am reminded
That my dreams
Can break through
My slumber like
Thieves’s flashlights searching
For my sanity
Finding they crush
Rip and steal
Leaving me empty
Hollow and weeping
Until I turn
And remember you
My one reality
Bringing me back
To my world
Once again safe
Unable to sleep
Watching you breathe
Slowing my heart
To beat yours
Peace at last
Comes to me
My one anchor
Amidst stormy seas
Mooring me you
In safe harbor
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 