This morning’s sky
Is a robins egg
Pale blue outside
With white edges
Where it cracked
The East glows
An iridescent white
While cool night
Retreats far west
Dipping its shadow
Behind the cypresses
The vibrant rich
Colors of day
Remain still muted
Sleepiness calm like
The last dream
I just had
Hangs like netting
I bathe nighttime
But dawn each
And every dawn
Brings to me
The same sweet
First taste of
A new lollipop
What is unimportant
To me is
Who I am
For I know
Important however is
You for you
I don’t know
You are the
Second moon in
My sky and
Upon you only
I can gaze
You are only
There when I
See you as
All others cannot
That is simply
How special you
Are to me
Without love desire
Is but veneer
Applied cheaply and
Thin giving the
Appearance of beauty
Ah but love
Love is walnut
Hickory and cherry
Dense heavy rich
Able to withstand
Even strong hammers
And often sculpted
Into long lasting
Things of beautifulness
On its own
Look for me
And find me
Take me home
And create me
Into something you
Appearing to be
Like the sun
Two things happening
When we are
Together almost always
First the spring
Following the winter
The unexpected blossoms
Of our smiles
Budding and stretching
Across our faces
And then the
Cloudbursts of laughter
The simple downpour
Of saturating happiness
Oh and again
The gnawing started
That sweet cicada
Song of summer
That raspy buzzing
Sound that takes
Me all the
Way back then
Remember those days
Those melodious memories
Cocktails and stars
And those fireworks
Off the pier
Many years ago
All those were
Long before we
Ever even knew
Who we were
Or would become
Separate each other
Dogged summer days
As brittle as
All the photographs
Kept in books
All those days
So long ago
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 