And like the
Start of one
Thing and the
End of another
Like the warmth
Of summer meeting
The crisp fall
Or the blanket
Of leaves comforted
By snow we
Have met here
In the middle
Of everything else
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FutureEverything (for Javian)
And then when
Hope seems lost
A hand reaches
Down and turns
Up your chin
And there smiling
Down upon you
Is your future
Like a bright
Sun breaking through
The leaves of
Despair bathing you
In the light
Of another day
Turn towards its
Smiling face knowing
You are alive
Time
Oh don’t you
Know that it
Takes time for
A bulb to
Become a blossom
Or an acorn
To spread its
Canopy so why
Do we insist
That anything including
Love is immediate
Plant the seeds
Of curiosity water
Them with affection
And after time
A bouquet appears
MagnaCarta
I have finally
Understood my own
Sadness on the
Pursuit of happiness
I have forgotten myself
So concerned about
Others I lost
Track of me
Like setting
A falcon free
Of tether and
Hood I myself
Flew free and
Disappeared like a
Winged dot on
The horizon yet
Knowing at some
Point I’d return
To me of which
I now have
Back to roost
I no longer
Want others I
Simply want me
This is not
Selfish it is
However now Grand
Fall
And there when
I stood under
An ambered canopy
I watched as
Leafy hatchlings spun
And danced as
They slid to
The floor below
As acorned hail
Dropped like cannonballs
And a cool
Sun slivered through
Falls dying days
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 