You have become
That present tucked
Snugly behind others
Nestled in back
Beyond my hands
Reach yet seen
Purposely to tease
And evoke wonder
Certain that you
Are the one
Thing most wanted
But just there
Beyond my grasp
Unable to shake
Therefore to guess
I spy you
The one gift
I patiently wait
To touch unwrap
And finally discover
The treasure therein
Just like a
Couple of children
In a sheeted
Tent in bedroom
Fingers alighting the
Ouija board hoping
To receive messages
From the beyond
Our fingertips outline
The veins and
Muscles of each
Others hands wondering
If just if
Maybe just maybe
We are the
Princes sent to
Save the other
From everything else
And yet again
The skies clear
And the last
Of rain falls
From leaves and
Eaves as diamonds
Hang as raindrops
Off the peonies
While sunlight breaks
Through warming streets
Making them steam
Like old locomotives
This was you
Today for me
We should all
Listen to the
Wind more often
It sings the
Soul’s song a
Whisper a
Whistle a storm
And a wee
Sit and listen
To hear the
Sounds of souls
Saying live now
Love often and
Above all sing
The souls song
When it comes
To love and
Food wanting is
A luxury when
Needing is but
The one necessity
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 