Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Still holding onto yesterday,
tomorrow calls my name
The comfort of what time has blessed,
my life within its frame
Those two...
What do you use
to measure success
Is it gold
or a memory that shines
Your wealth in a bank note
or choices now free
Every moment
—...
All those years,
you didn’t hear me
All those years,
you seemed so sure
All those days,
you laughed it off
All those nights,
I...
Is the end something different
than goodbye
Can death extinguish doubt,
beyond all questions why
Is the melody in parts,
forever sung...
Can you paint the picture
brushless
Can you sing the words
while mute
Can you dance the lone
fandango
Can you rage
—beyond your youth...