Through The Mist Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Through The Mist

Virtuoso
take me home
to a place
I've never been before

Virtuoso
play my song
in a voice
I've never heard in lore

Virtuoso
be my Muse
your flute heard calling
through the mist

Virtuoso
fortune's child
when darkness casts
— my soul remiss

(1st Book of Prayers: June,2024)

Saturday, June 1, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: june
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