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 then like
Storm clouds which
Pass and sun
Breaks free your
Texts warmed me
Wrapped their arms
Around me like
A protective parent
After nights nightmares
Like fresh mountain
Air they filled
Me with hope
Oh and excitement
Like a boy
With a puppy
You found me
A new friend
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
Burying skeletons is
Easy but exhuming
Them and facing
The ghosts from
Your past is
Hard face them
Unleash them and
Tell them you’ve
Wronged ask them
for forgiveness this
Is but one
Gateway to Heaven
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 