Kurt Philip Behm

New Memories Rehearse

Deeply hidden within thoughts

 that linger

 

A centuries old message

  to know and then feel

 

 Remembrance crying out

  from the darkness approaching

 

In a voice so familiar—our fortune

  to steal

 

It calls to us silent

  as it waits for an answer

 

It calls to us closer

  as all distance revokes

 

It calls from within us

  in a voice our breath fosters

 

It calls us beyond all past

  anguish and hope

 

The air now grows heavy

  with a mist that induces

 

Words mate in the fog

  as the letters reverse

 

The ending comes first

  as the beginning still chases

 

Sleep only forgiven

  as new memories rehearse

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)