Like a favorite
Song which conjures
The memories of
Past intimate times
When I took
Your hand and
Lifted you from
The chair and
Like a rainbow
Appeared from nowhere
For nothing more
Than to brighten
Your cloudy skies
I pulled you
Close to me
Moving there in
The middle of
Everyone else like
Two heavenly orbs
In the heavens
Dancing the slow
Dance of creation
I remember you
There then now
I dreamt of
Lovers past and
Present they brought
Me joy like
That first snowfall
In late November
Full of wonderment
And awe like
That first tickling
Ahh upon dipping
Toes in a
Cool Wisconsin lake
And warmth like
That cabin fire
In Vermont after
An afternoon of
Sledding I awoke
Nestled beneath comforters
Knowing that I
Was loved and
In turn loved
It is raining
A small puddle
Forms at my
Feet bubbles born
By drops like
Rising bread loaves
From mother’s oven
I imagine a
Marsh with frogs
Leaping as I
Listen to the
Tiny tat tat
Tat of raindrops
And see the
Water collecting on
Grass like a
Thousand distant galaxies
Sweetheart there is
Something that you
Need to understand
Life isn’t happenstance
Before you were
Born the heavens
Kissed you giving
A little bit
Of itself to
You that’s why
I can see
The galaxies twinkling
In your eyes
And the sun
In your smile
And hear the
Oceans of moon
In your laugh
Oh Lord your
Eyes are deep
Earthly rich pools
In which I
Dip and plant
My heart in
Their soil watching
Your smiles grow
Like sunflowers spreading
Across the plains
Of your cheeks
Your teeth as
White as a
Harvest moon guides
Me to bed
And your open
Arms envelope me
Like the airy
Limbs of the
Rivers weeping willows
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 