Eavesdropping

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)

Open The Door

The light in the window,
  the candle down the hall

The torch in the jungle
  all beacons that call

The voice in the distance
  the one just next door

The whisper screams loudest
  when heard from afar

The light that once beckoned
  the one that still shines

The rays once connected
  new vision sublime

To see it and hear it
  to know it once more

The key’s in the lock
—now open the door

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)

Life’s Promise

I didn’t ask to be alone,
  but I’ve always been alone

Living within the shadows,
  that in time became my home

I never asked to be alone,
  but I’ve always been alone

Each day a drifting footprint,
  among endless stepping stones

I didn’t ask to be alone,
  but I’ve always been alone

Each night a stark reminder
  of a dream that’s never shown

I never asked to be alone,
  but I’ve always been alone

The ending now upon me
—life’s promise still unknown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2017)

Kurt Philip Behm

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