Anticipation ends
as creation begins
Before chasing the words
you must first know the wind
Direction predestined
on zephyrs ordained
Each gust but a phrasing
of verse unproclaimed
A breeze or a tempest
in a cyclone of hail
In sunshine or clouded
they come to regale
Those moments that matter
that time would suspend
Once spoken eternal
— and Aether defends
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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So true Kurt a word spoken can not be taken back. An excuse can be made forgiveness asked but never taken back. Well said
Thanks
This is beautifully mythic, Kurt...airy and elemental, yet weighted with meaning. I love how you let wind become language, breath become destiny. That closing line gives it a kind of sacred finality. More glorious gold Dreamsleep. 🌹👏
Again, much appreciated TR.
Excellent write Kurt
Thanks, my friend.
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