The fleeting comfort of her silence,
rocking his troubles to sleep
All noise has abated, the bats have gone out
—till dawn o’er the belfry to greet
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
Red Sky
Dawning of clarity,
light in the fog
direction a savior,
our way through the bog
It shines like a beacon,
sirens ignored
our compass replotting
—toward heavenly shores
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
we all need something or someone
to help us
find our North or South
in life
only then, can we set a direction
with hopes
of finding, some form of salvation..
a thought provoking read,
thanks Kurt
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