And there spying
I did see
Out there and
Far away a
Dot a smudge
A blemish on
The looking glass
High on cliffs
I did see
Something far off
And different not
An island or
Land but something
And that something
Gave me hope
Not for me
But for it
Because I knew
Where I was
Precisely exactly where
And certainly it
Was looking sailing
Searching for me
There’s that oh
So precious moment
When I hear
Something I remember
And sitting there
Anywhere really there
You are with
Me and out
They come these
Tears welling up
And cascading down
My cheeks smiling
Through them excusing
Myself conscious to
Others sipping my
Espresso and recalling
Just the many
Many simple things
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
Just like rain
Is to flowers
The sun is
To the moon
The shadow is
To moss and
The cold is
To snow so
Is love to
People in the
Universe there is
Love abundance so
Try to give
It freely and
Often for no
One one can
Ever have enough
Nor will anyone
Ever run out
Give it freely
And as often
As is possible
Even while suffering
For it is
Yours to spread
About and yours
To also harvest
Love love always
In a jar
I keep coins
From far-off places
And times past
Like a merchant
Searching for change
I rummage through
Them seeking memories
There’s this one
And that one
Then the other
Until I find
With my fingers
The only one
Which carries me
Back to Santorini
Azure blue seas
The white buildings
Cropped like terrine
Nests hugging cliffs
Of wafting salty
Humid light breezes
And the suns
Warmth on face
Of mopeds screaming
Across cobblestone bumpty-bump
And the crimson
Moustaches of deep
Dark red wine
Such a time
I now remember
So long ago
Only in Santorini
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 