Will ourselves to lay upon quiet memory
while the world around its fast pace
cause a mind to unravel without peace.
A story exist may speak beauty in a
time when sweet harmony is touch, whole,
landing within heart, soul is melody.
Touch serene the serendipity of love
that which an ache of passion would
we know our own felt free compassion.
Once upon a time a story told of old
song carry that optimistic tone
we assure own humanity in sweet pose.
Sing out strong, a sacred sanity in life
© ScottFSavage 2019