Because we all breathe,
sit and stare at open windows,
a morning breeze,
distant neighbor
carefully coif
their possessive yard,
[keeping up with the Jones’s]
or simply finding balance.
On a day like this,
I do move to the Moody Blues,
trying to find
some answer,
some way to settle my heart,
so askew
in the view of losing love,
when
what I call, maybe,
semantic,
is horror to the eyes
of another.
It is the blues
without the positive riffs
to keep our listening mind,
hopeful,
that there is truth,
in simple manner,
of the human condition,
it is all apparent
in the end,
it is love.
© Scott F Savage 2019
apersonaljourney - stories of love 
2 thoughts on “Why Proof?”
liyonadancer100
love it!!
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a quiet man
Thank you so much ☺️
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