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
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
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
We’d promised to
Be together on
Christmas Eve which
You then broke
I said cold
Icy hurtful things
Because I was
Alone and heartbroken
Turning away I
Let you go
But then like
The miracle of
Love that Christmas
Is you kept
Your promise by
Writing me we
Are great friends
To each other
You said and
Won’t end this
Way in silence
You see that
A star appeared
Just as legend
Said that hope
Does exist here
Between us reminding
Me that that
Is the true
Meaning of Christmas
Merry Christmas everyone
And finally in
Silence after months
Of noisy explosions
Come mouse whispers
Whistles in the
Dark that only
The open can
Hear love is
A cacophony of
Sound and only
When it’s over
Can you even
Imagine hearing something
As delicate as
A voice in the
Dark you are
So handsome and
With me now
You’re right mouse
I am here
Here with you
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 