There a mountain in my rearview mirror
a magnet for my soul
Pulling on what’s only borrowed
its lease to keep me whole
There’s a mountain in my rearview mirror
calling out my name
Its winds have blown my heart to rest
—which time cannot reclaim
(Santa Fe New Mexico: February, 2019)
The Mask
Time is the mask that all memories wear,
as feelings age within
Time is the bridge where eternity walks,
each footstep to begin
Time is a voice spoken only inside
where denial cannot hear
Time is the measure of what’s yet to come
—in moments far and near
(Santa Fe New Mexico: February, 2019)
Stolen Moments
Time immortal, the master thief,
stealing tomorrow from the past
Abducting each moment, all life itself,
—today within its grasp
(Santa Fe New Mexico: February, 2019)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Thank you for sharing these two excellent and meaningful poems!
• “Beyond Time”
The love for your journeys, past and present, can be felt throughout this write!
• “Mask”
This entire poem speaks volumes!
I particularly like...
“Time is a voice spoken only inside
where denial cannot hear”
I very much enjoyed both shares!
Happy travels! 🏍
~Laura~
Thanks Laura. Saying the Rosary at the oldest church in N.America today.
A very special place! I'll keep you part of it.
Kurt
Thank YOU, Kurt!
So very thoughtful of you to keep me “part of it” while you’re in that “very special place!”
Blessings to you my dear friend!
Be well and stay safe!
~Laura~
You take us along with you on your Journeys and share with us your love - great work.
Thanks Caleb
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