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
And so and
Yes your life
Has blossomed like
Springs fields and
All about you
Buzz bumblebees and
Fireflies and freshly
Minted lovers snatching
You quickly for
Their bouquet but
Me I am
The willow at
The glens edge
Standing as I
Have for years
Whispering the song
Of wind and
Lullabies shading lazy
Summer afternoon dreamers
And tickling wayward
Boaters don’t think
That I don’t
See you there
But my blossom
You’re there to
Give hope while
I’m here to
Give age it’s
We that makes
Them forget about
Themselves and think
Only of us
You are determined
And better willing
To see the
World for others
You have the
Confidence to click
To take the
Unseen and see
For everyone that
Tell me that
You’re soul inspired
And from a
Farm I was
Plucked by two
Loving hands and
Cradled knowing that
I’d miss my
Family but certain
I found a
New one with
You thank you
Boo for taking
Me happily home
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 