Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

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)

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