Last Blaze
The light in the window,
candle in the hall
The torch in the jungle
all beacons that call
That voice in the distance,
the one just next door
The whisper screams loudest,
when heard from afar
That flame that once beckoned,
the one that still shines
Those rays reconnected,
new vision sublime
To see it and hear it,
to know it once more
One spark yet to strike
—last blaze still to roar
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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