At long last
I am rested
Once again my
Wounds have healed
My armor strong
And swords sharpened
I have awakened
From winters lull
To springs birth
The long cloudy
Days of monsoon
Emotions and raining
Heartache have finally
Been replaced with
Fresh growth and
Greenness at long
Last now I
Wonder what and
Where and if
While standing upon
The hill of
My life trusting
That newness is
Beyond the next
Crest and valley
And from a
Farm I was
Plucked by two
Loving hands and
Cradled knowing that
I’d miss my
Family but certain
I found a
New one with
You thank you
Boo for taking
Me happily home
And yet you
Sleep far away
From me though
We’re touching now
In these wee
Hours I wonder
If I’m next
To you as
You are to
Me on some
Adventure or discovery
Some journey or
Quest fighting dragons
Or wooing princesses
Or what wait
One eye open
You say I
Know what you’re
Thinking you don’t
I reply I
Know what I’m
Thinking and then
And there we
Are dreaming awake
About each other
Morning my boo
Our world is
But distractions pulling
Us or masking
Things or hiding
Others but the
One thing that
The world can’t
Do is quiet
The longing for
Love it rages
And beats becoming
Louder louder louder
Until at last
It finds another
Whose sound is
Similar and then
All the world
Quiets down slows
Down bows down
Finally allowing birdsongs
And puppy whimpers
To once again
Delight our ears
For it’s not
Me that’s immortal
It’s the memories
Of me in
Others that is
And the greatest
Memory that one
Can ever have
Is having been
Loved by them
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 