A memory climbed out of the dark,
as I listened to the words of a new love song
Taking me back to where feelings were strong,
beyond the flashbacks of a long frozen dream
Remembering again, a last ember still burns,
and its light rewarms my heart
Where hidden deep in its shadows I see your face
—as the past is born again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Those memories can be so enduring, may they bring you happiness.
🙂
I do love this poem, Kurt. Isn't it amazing how a song or any other event, can trigger memories we thought were long gone, and then as you say so eloquently: The past is born again.
Thanks, Fred. I always love hearing from you.
Kurt
A fine romantic reflection, Kurt! Some feelings never quite die.
Amen, thanks Louis
Absolutely beautiful. I've missed your poetry!
Thanks, Christina. Work always finds a way to intrude!
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