I sang a ballad in my mind
just the other day,
like every other passage,
meant just for you,
for only you,
for whenever I mind
my passions,
they return me to your side,
though it is an imaginative
side of you,
the real
being a distant memory.
I sat alone just the other day,
I smiled
having spoken to you
in the only way I know,
a brief charter along some pleasantry
with a deep pool of love,
the sort we might feel
even when so many miles away.
I put my music on today,
the same,
quiet reminder of that moment,
when your lips did press mine,
we kissed and the world seemed
so lovely okay,
if only for the silence
of our eyes
searching one another
in dreams.
I wonder sometime if when the seas
do settle along a horizon
will we be there,
can we be standing together
one time,
letting the sun set
while I might feel
your gentle fair
skin soft sublime,
to live a life
we never shall.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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