Category: Morning

ForTheOther (to Bean)

~ Harlan Didrickson

It’s odd this

This idea of

Rising from nothing

When things begin

It’s a firestorm

Ignited and fueled

By desire yearning

Fanned by winds

Of the newness

Of you your

Taste and touch

But when it’s

Over and we

Both lie in

The dusty ash

Of the other

When our landscapes

Lay barren exposed

And decimated maybe

Just maybe something

New sprouts a

Comfort knowing that

We’ve survived the

Wars of love

To be friends

Maybe something new

Quieter and better

Because we’ve learned

Who we are

For the other

Rather than ourselves

ReadyToGo (to me)

~ Harlan Didrickson

At long last

I am rested

Once again my

Wounds have healed

My armor strong

And swords sharpened

I have awakened

From winters lull

To springs birth

The long cloudy

Days of monsoon

Emotions and raining

Heartache have finally

Been replaced with

Fresh growth and

Greenness at long

Last now I

Wonder what and

Where and if

While standing upon

The hill of

My life trusting

That newness is

Beyond the next

Crest and valley

EqualParts (to boo)

~ Harlan Didrickson

How do I

Know you ask

Simple when I

Hold you I

Feel whole complete

Absent of absence

Thinking when I

Think I think

Of you and

When I’m not

Thinking of you

I’m simply wondering

You do see

Now that you

Have become as

Much a part

Of me as I

have become a

Part of you

MorningMyBoo (to boo)

~ Harlan Didrickson

And yet you

Sleep far away

From me though

We’re touching now

In these wee

Hours I wonder

If I’m next

To you as

You are to

Me on some

Adventure or discovery

Some journey or

Quest fighting dragons

Or wooing princesses

Or what wait

One eye open

You say I

Know what you’re

Thinking you don’t

I reply I

Know what I’m

Thinking and then

And there we

Are dreaming awake

About each other

Morning my boo

Frostbite (to my hubbub)

~ Harlan Didrickson

Sitting here it

Almost looks like

Summer outside yet

I know it’s

Autumn with chill

Same for love

All is beautiful

On the outside

But inside where

Love lives is

Chilly be wary

The appearance of

Warmth for without

Your own cloak

To ward off

Cold icy hearts

Can cause the

Eventual loss of

Things most important