New Memories Rehearse Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Deeply hidden within thoughts
that linger

A centuries old message to know
and then feel

Remembrance crying out from the
darkness approaching

In a voice so familiar—our fortune
to steal

It calls to us silent as it waits
for an answer

It calls to us closer as all
distance revokes

It calls from within us in a voice
our breath fosters

It calls us beyond all past anguish
and hope

The air now grows heavy with
a mist that induces

Words mate in the fog as the
letters reverse

The ending comes first, as the beginning
still chases

Sleep only forgiven as new memories
rehearse

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)