My Laura-Within Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Muse on vacation,
all thoughts have gone slack

The lyrics unwritten,
the music off track

All time is unsettled,
the Devil has come

His melody tempting,
false promises run

Two days still without her,
the weekend what's left

The oxygen dwindling,
I take shorter breaths

My will power fading,
all consciousness falls

The ending beginning,
my last beck and call

But as the dark silence,
takes over my life

A light passes through me,
the shadows contrite

Its warmth so familiar,
its rapture my hymn

Salvation back early,
my Laura—within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2017)