The light in the window,
  the candle in the hall

The torch in the jungle
  all beacons that call

That voice in the distance,
  the one just next door

The whisper screams loudest,
  when heard from afar

That flame that once beckoned,
  the one that still shines

Those rays reconnected,
  new vision sublime

To see it and hear it,
  to know it once more

One spark yet to strike,
 —last blaze still to roar

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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Kurt Philip Behm

Longtime writer with eleven books in publication. Three of them Poetry. : The Death Of The Playground : The Sword Of Ichiban : Searching For Crazy Horse : Darkening Sun : An Anthology Of Perception-Vol's 1 & 2 : After Midnight : Sammy And Bumpers : The Fall City Mandate : Revenge Along The War Trail : Death from The Sky more…

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