And with one
Hand I pulled
Myself from sleep
For with the
Other I was
Holding you there
Unsure which was
The nightmare here
Awake and alone
Or there asleep
Knowing that you
Were the one
Dreaming of me
Category: Morning
Birds
Remember those birds
That are caged
See those that
Fly as odd
Just be you
And don’t worry
About the others
Let them be
As they you
RetreatAgain
Standing atop the
Hill of battle
Surveying the carnage
And self destruction
I decide to
Stop with what
I have left
Men are formidable
Foes cunning strategic
Strangers in everything
Including love war
And simply life
No war or
Love was ever
Won without retreat
For many have
Fallen except me
I stand alone
MouseDreams (to mouse)
And so he
Said we were
There somewhere in
A dream facing
Each other arms
And legs crossed
Like fallen trees
Whispering and making
The sounds that
Only lovers do
Sometimes fury sometimes
Rain sometimes sun
Sometimes sometimes the
Silence of snow
Morning
Skies are blue
Leaves fallen trees
Stand shivering against
Late December winds
Flat country except
For a small
Rise that touches
Horizon with ashen
Green trees white
Sun strips birch
Bare peeling like
Last summer’s sunburn
This day the
Day after Christmas
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 