Tomorrow's Chord Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Tomorrow's Chord

If the past is not alive in you
the future will be dead
Sparrows turn to flee the dawn
with yesterday unfed

Once memory breaks the golden chain
foundations lay unpoured
And silence breeds the only sound
— to play tomorrow's chord

(Dreamsleep: January,2025)

Sunday, January 5, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: january,memory
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