The Muse Awakens Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Muse Awakens



The Muse awakens,
—all sleep has died

New words partaken,
—their meanings cried

The hour though late,
—her voice later still

Through the blackness she whispers,
—my soul again filled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December,2015)

Thursday, December 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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