I cannot predict where you will be
I’ll not follow you physically,
Though I mean to dream
To have you with me then
Hold you close it seem
So real to feel you when
My eyes did follow
The beauty of you
My heart does hold
Such memory is blue
I cannot predict where you will be
I’ll not follow you physically,
Though I mean to dream
To have you with me then
Hold you close it seem
So real to feel you when
My eyes did follow
The beauty of you
My heart does hold
Such memory is blue
I told you I was ok,
I wouldn’t dream of hurting you,
There wouldn’t be a day,
when I would try to make you blue.
I just want to tell you this story,
it isn’t meant to remind you really,
of everything about you in a hurry,
that I would love and cherish so fully.
The ache is something always a surprise,
sitting in my home, in a quiet,
when suddenly I have tears I am not wise
to know this chaos is my riot.
I thought of you this day every day,
I wondered, wandered, wanted to feel
the truth about our grace today,
I live to love you, how sweet and real.
I wouldn’t ever want to worry you,
this feeling I have tonight is only a blue.
© Scott F Savage 2019
I can feel it,
there is foggy horizon,
yet the looming notice,
a knowledge seems in my heart,
our heart,
Soft is this autumn night,
a fireplace,
clothes of comfort,
would that I might
know her
state of mind
in the moonlight.
I know I yearn,
for eyes, a smile and conversation,
I desire so much,
beyond the normalcy of
what it is we might now know,
today,
under the gaze of a
Hunter’s Moon.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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