I rest in the memory
of things that I’ve loved
where time is not finite
below or above
These pockets of joy
hold the key to my fate
as the dreams of my father
in slumber gestate
To live past tomorrow
diving deep in the past
with time still a virgin
the moment to last
And rise resurrected
each day with the sun
knowing fortune awaits me
—when sleep again comes
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: December, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Iāve actually been hoping for this poem āDreamsleepā.
A magnificent beginning to your poemā¦
and a promising ending which makes me look forward to many, many, many more āDreamsleepā poems youāll be writing.
Thank you for sharing your amazing gift.
Lauraš»
Very sweet of you. Thanks Laura.
Kurt
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