There are voices
Which speak yet
No one listens
They’re heard in
Wildflowers and oh
Those breezes that
Blow through willows
In a baby’s
Gurgle and a
Puppies yelp in
A tire on
Moist streets and
A bicycle bell
Try to stop
Listening to those
Voices in your
Mind they lie
Listen to others
To hear the
Gleeful abandon of
Life and smile
Awakened and sweating
Unable to shake
The demon ravens
From my minds
Canopy they roost
Hiding in dreams
Which linger like
The bitter taste
Of some pill
I am reminded
That my dreams
Can break through
My slumber like
Thieves’s flashlights searching
For my sanity
Finding they crush
Rip and steal
Leaving me empty
Hollow and weeping
Until I turn
And remember you
My one reality
Bringing me back
To my world
Once again safe
Unable to sleep
Watching you breathe
Slowing my heart
To beat yours
Peace at last
Comes to me
My one anchor
Amidst stormy seas
Mooring me you
In safe harbor
My dreams haunted
Me with cruelty
Of people pursuing
And of torture
Me a loving
Man I wonder
What dreams mean
Unable to sleep
Wallowing in meanness
And abject inhumanity
I pray to
My Heavenly Father
To hear the
Sweet angelic lullabies
A philosophy says
That each of
Us has three
True loves in
Life usually the
First is yourself
Only then can
You truly love
Another in my
Case I loved
First wandering in
The wilderness and
Finally loved me
It was a
Path of which
I don’t recommend
Concentrate on you
First and dance
There with you
Before you step
On another’s toes
And now the
Birds outside my
Windows have begun
To sing the
Tickling morning melodies
Awakening a sleepy
Saul who is
Stretching and yawning
Soft crimson east
Beyond the trees
Like the aroma
Of apple pie
Wafting through checker
Curtained kitchen windows
Or like your
Rough shadow as
It brushes against
My cheek kissing
Me good morning
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 