To Guide Me Within Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Dreams carry me across
a mysterious land

Where the voice of my fathers
so gently commands

It echoes now softly
in words only sung

A joyous recital
my soul rewoven and spun

I never can stay there
I've begged till I weep

Until with barely a whisper
I'm roused from my sleep

But as darkness then falls
on my world once again

A new dream will come calling
to guide me within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January,2016)