In another lifetime
I was William Blake
When I saw his work
That was my take

He wrote about love
And the human heart
I thought I was him
Right from the start

He wrote about London
Tiger burning bright
His influence looms
In whatever I write

He wrote about life
The human abstract
I hope I was him
I hope it is fact

I flatter myself
To think I was him
Deep down I know
The chances are slim

His mystical presence
Burns like a fire
To be like him
Is to what I aspire

 

After fifty thousand miles and five years as a hitchhiker, living on the road and streets in towns and cities across America, David Paul Behrens followed with a career as an over the road dispatcher in the trucking industry. He is now retired and living in La Verne, California. His website is davidpaulbehrens.com. 

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3 Responses

  2. David Paul Behrens

    Thank you for your kind comments, Joe. To see more go to davidpaulbehrens.com.
    (At the bottom of each page, click on “older posts.”)

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  3. Wendy Bourke

    Wonderful piece. For me, it conjures forth that poetic awakening – that stirring, when we come across a poet whose words resonate within us … THAT connection; THAT ‘mystical presence’. Loved this!

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