The Twilight Reclaimed
I meet with three faces
that come in the night
In dreams that preplace,
masks of darkness and light
Their voices once spoken,
remain in my head
Until words are then written,
pitting joy against dread
These triplets were born
in a harrowing storm
Only quieting down,
if new offspring are born
And then able to sleep,
once each orphan is named
Their breath I still feel,
—in the twilight reclaimed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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