Seraph's Delight
There’s a voice deep inside me
still trying to get out
Ignoring my pleadings,
it screams and it shouts
Its call is the loudest
on those darkest of nights
When my mind seeks new refuge
from Seraph’s delight
I toss and I turn,
but it speaks louder still
As its words start to burn
from new vision distilled
No barter or denial
will turn back its call
The Muse is on fire
—my pen not to stall
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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