Through The Mist
Virtuoso
take me home
to a place
I’ve never been before
Virtuoso
play my song
in a voice
I’ve never heard in lore
Virtuoso
be my Muse
your flute heard calling
through the mist
Virtuoso
fortune’s child
when darkness casts
— my soul remiss
(1st Book of Prayers: June, 2024)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2024
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