To Guide Me Within
Dreams carry me across
a mysterious land
Where the voice of my fathers
so gently commands
It echoes now softly,
in words only sung
A joyous recital,
rewoven and spun
I never can stay there,
I’ve begged till I weep
And with barely a whisper,
I’m roused from my sleep
But when darkness befalls
on my world once again
A new dream will come calling
—to guide me within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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