Last Blaze Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The light in the window,
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)