I sit between
My past and
Future some would
Say between the
Jaws of a
Vice ahhhh but
Me I feel
Nestled like a
Hatchling under the
Comfort of its
Mother staring out
To the dawn
And wondering if
Today will be
The first day
I will fly
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Music ( with bean and I)
And so I
Grafted myself to
You and you
Small broken flower
Less and somewhere
In between I
Knew that you
Would never grow
Without me music
Hellos (to Bean)
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
ToEachOther (once again for Bean)
And so we
Met and came
Together again not
Like before but
New exposed and
Naked no promises
Simply hope that
Each of us
Will be happy
That’s our blessing
To each other
ForTheOther (to Bean)
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 