Kurt Philip Behm

Final Sunset Commands (+5)

I played out my string,

I ran my race

 

My chaps are frayed,

but spurs in place

 

Still one horse to ride,

with saddle in hand

 

That last trail awaits,

—final sunset commands

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

 

 

 

If Only

 

If only to write the way

a new wave breaks

 

If only to write the way

a rainbow forms

 

If only to write the way

the moonlight calls

 

If only to write the way

a baby’s born

 

If only to write the way

the dawn explodes

 

If only to write the way

a mountain stares

 

If only to write the way

a rose unfurls

 

If only to write the way,

—God’s love we share

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

 

 

Fatherless And Alone

 

With every cold defeat

of the human spirit

 

The answers move deeper

within the polar arc

 

Victim to its wanton roaming

and endless chill

 

Questions left to wander,

—fatherless and alone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

 

 

 

Heaven To Guide

 

Marry your will

unto your heart

 

The heavens to bless,

—and to guide

 

(Lansdale Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

 

 

 

Into The Light

 

Listening to Phil Collins sing ‘In the Air

Tonight,’ I mused:

 

“The figure eight of destruction, circles intertwine, two distinct but connected spheres, keeping the truth out, protective of what they both think they own, spewing oriental good tidings they don’t understand, mutually assured self-destruction, the one loop non-existent without the other, a sad commentary on what might have been, a yin & yang deception, trying to explain everything within its balance, forgetting that truth only balances on one thing—it never balances, consummate in its existence, its freedom of release, the raw knowledge of that, casting all else aside for what it is, and all wasted deceptions along our way into the light.”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

 

 

 

Late September

 

Late September holds onto the summer,

like that promise you made,

—you can never forget

 

Late September holds onto the summer,

as shadows fall distant,

   —and memory regrets

 

(Train: Amherst Massachusetts- September, 2013)