Fear is a thief stealing into the future,
the past its lot to pawn
A larcenous demon that hides in the night,
from the gallant, intrepid—and strong
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
As Then Conceived
Through the bedroom window
in my Grandmother’s house,
shone three lights—far off and red
Vertically stacked,
representing the distance,
to a young boy fast in bed
A distance that I
was born to travel,
my hopes as then conceived
A distance that called my dreams
to wander
—whose voice would never leave
(Dreamsleep- May, 2020)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: May 1st, 2020 14:59
- Category: Unclassified
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