apersonaljourney – stories of love

There was a time when song seemed a natural path,

the flowers along a walkway glisten in the rain,

a shadow of fear lost upon a sunlit horizon

for everywhere we look might smile sweet love.

Wish that a melody could walk me in a forest

feel the natural scratch of brush along naked skin,

the rustling of autumn leaves give way to the cold

deadening nature of our forever changing season.

I wished tonight I could hear her voice again,

so many hours of wonder, of hope, when a tear follow

the natural course of life when lost inside a dream,

a hope, a passion, silent reminder of when, only then.

This common theme of grateful eyes, and distant fond

the grace of some familiar trail that would our eyes become

now a simple nostalgic fairy tale, that once could be believed,

would now be  perhaps romanticized beyond our reality.

I wanted to hear you, to see you, to sense your presence near me,

oh to know the beauty of your elegance I once could hold so dear.

© Scott F Savage 2019