David L. Harkins Poems

When I am eighteen again,

I will remember the excitement of living
...

In each of us lives darkness
black as coal and full of desire,
that lies dormant in the midnight
though it longs to feel a fire.
...

I will be here when you wake
my love,
to witness
morning sun
...

Small wings
aflutter worlds away,
opening doors, concealed
from view.
...

Hearts
isolated
by years
withstand
...

Night comes quietly
surrounding me in darkness
but for a tiny flicker of light
dancing
...