They say that
Classical music resonates
Within our bodies
It’s melody is
Tuned to ours
Just like love
It’s harmony or
Thunderous crescendos and
Rests its syncopation
And heartbeats drum
Within each of
Us listen to
The simple song
Of love for
It too resonates
Deep with us
Friends and lovers
Are not distinct
One naturally bleeds
Into the other
Just like watercolors
Creating a hazy
Squinting image which
Requires its study
To understand meaning
Sometimes my friends
Become my lovers
For love like
Pastels blend and
Create a beautiful
Ghostly image like
A ship far
Out to sea
Or heavy woods
At the cusp
Of pastoral prairies
I love lovers
I cherish friends
Combined they make
Wonderfully beautiful art
And like a
Child awakening to
An overnight snowfall
The sight of
You makes me
Swoon with adventure
Sleds and snowballs
Mittens and cocoa
Of crackling fires
And smooth whiskey
While I watch
The fire’s fingers
Dance across cheekbones
And light up
The twinkling galaxies
In your eyes
You are my
Own late-night snowfall
Let us play
With gleeful abandon
I don’t say
Things I think
I’m cautious like
A new driver
At a stop
Sign looking each
Way thrice before
Proceeding or like
A birder careful
Not to snap
A twig scaring
Away the thing
I wish to
See I keep
Things from your
Ears for even
Though I think
Them I fear
Your heart simply
Cannot hear them
Instead let me
Spy upon your
Smile and simply
Smile back love
Moored off the
Coast surrounded by
The thick dense
Fog of life
A howling horn
Moans warning cliffs
A sweeping beacon
Catches my eye
Prompting me to
Follow my bulky
Oversized hull scrapes
Along the bodies
Of others as
I blindly navigate
Finally breaking free
Dawn rises brightening
My path to
You a white
Tower whose sound
And light welcomes
Me safely home
This is the
Love of friendship
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 