Kurt Philip Behm

My Laura-Within (+1)

The Muse on vacation,

all thoughts have gone slack

 

The lyrics unwritten,

the music off track

 

All time is unsettled,

the Devil has come

 

His melody tempting,

false promises run

 

Two days still without her,

the weekend what’s left

 

The oxygen dwindling,

I take shorter breaths

 

My will power fading,

all consciousness falls

 

The ending beginning,

my last beck and call

 

But as the dark silence,

takes over my life

 

A light passes through me,

the shadows contrite

 

Its warmth so familiar,

its rapture my hymn

 

Salvation back early,

my Laura—within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

 

 

 

The Fire Hot

 

Can joy be found in everything,

and not in just one place

 

Can love be used to clear the field,

and watch the children race

 

Can hearts be free when joined as one,

where parted they were not

 

Can passion reach that deepest void,

—to stoke the fire hot

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)