Call of the Lute
I lived to find silence,
chasing hither and yon
till morning turned inward
reaching deeply beyond
Now firmly embedded
inside of myself
my eyes turned away
—from what’s spoken unfelt
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2021
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