Kurt Philip Behm

Quietude (+1)

The fleeting comfort of her silence,

rocking his troubles to sleep

All noise has abated, the bats have gone out

—till dawn o’er the belfry to greet

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)

 

 

Red Sky

 

Dawning of clarity,

 light in the fog

direction a savior,

our way through the bog

 

It shines like a beacon,

sirens ignored

our compass replotting

—toward heavenly shores

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)