I awoke to
The memory of
Us two men
As children playing
In sandboxes and
Seesaws on swings
And slides in
Tents enjoying finger
Puppet adventures in
Front of flickering
Candles and eventually
Sleep at last
Dreaming of the
Days adventures and
Joy one day
My friend upon
Your return we
Will soar like
Eagles on high
Thermals gliding wing
To wing towards
The heavens us
Moored off the
Coast surrounded by
The thick dense
Fog of life
A howling horn
Moans warning cliffs
A sweeping beacon
Catches my eye
Prompting me to
Follow my bulky
Oversized hull scrapes
Along the bodies
Of others as
I blindly navigate
Finally breaking free
Dawn rises brightening
My path to
You a white
Tower whose sound
And light welcomes
Me safely home
This is the
Love of friendship
And like a
Boy waiting to
Get picked for
Sides you selected
Me before others
Beaming I stood
Next to you
Our team often
Lost that year
But the hugs
Slaps on my
Back and occasionally
Tousled hair made
Age 12 unbelievably
Bearable for both
One day I
Will find one
Thing not many
Things and not
All things and
This one thing
Will sing the
Sweetest melody and
Light the heavens
By the tiniest
Of twinkle and
Make the dolphins
Giggle and leap
And the bear
Stand and roar
One day I
Will find this
One thing you
My fingertips dance
Across your cheekbones
Like a child
Over frosted panes
Of glass clearing
Away the humidity
Of tears that
Iciness mine or
Nature caused and
Of which I
Now dry hoping
To see the
World like the
Child through the
Glass and like
Me through your
Now drying eyes
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 