There is something
About the surprise
Of a fresh
Overnight snow fall
Something crisp chilling
And clean something
Just like your
Smile the other
Night upon arrival
It brought newness
To the area
Season of Christmas
Of surprises and
Hope that maybe
Last time will
Be the last
Time that we
Say goodbye and
From now on
A simple series
Of just hellos
Wonderful fresh crisp
And warming hellos
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
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
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
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 