Kurt Philip Behm Poet Ballad

New Memories Rehearse

Deeply hidden within thoughts
  that linger

A centuries old message to know
  and then feel

Remembrance crying out from the 
  darkness approaching
  
In a voice so familiar—our fortune
  to steal

It calls to us silent as it waits
  for an answer

It calls to us closer as all 
  distance revokes

It calls from within us in a voice
  our breath fosters

It calls us beyond all past anguish
  and hope

The air now grows heavy with
  a mist that induces

Words mate in the fog as the
  letters reverse

The ending comes first, as the beginning
  still chases

Sleep only forgiven as new memories
  rehearse

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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