Kurt Philip Behm

Heaven Waits - Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Counting spaces between the notes,
the music came alive

The melody deepened, the band on fire,
all bees had left the hive

Breathing in one fast refrain,
my lungs too full to stop

An Angel melts his pearl baton,
the Sirens blazing hot

New sounds created, harp destroyed,
the clouds all push apart

As heaven waits for one last riff
—to claim my beating heart

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)

Topic(s) of this poem: heaven

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 15, 2020

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