A jazzy melody plays,
quiet, austere, capable
state of mind,
an overture of wonder,
as wandering through the annals
of his mind,
his curiosity has kept him in a sort of
preoccupied state.
Imagine the waves on the lakeshore,
a ripple begins and grows and heaves … lays out
then returns in silent retreat,
the noise would be the landing space
after the heave,
the retreat might be a second thought,
the notion of what once was,
now having been,
and the onlooker, continues their stroll,
and the beat goes on …
So now he knows,
the sun has set again into a twilight
place where all of his dreams
become a constant reality,
this testing ground,
… whereby my sanity …
begins a common sojourn
a rhythmical commotion
chaotic as a dream
might send us reeling off a ledge
only to land inside the comfort of our own
sort of miracle,
that place where all of our fears
suddenly transpose the night
to begin yet another
fantasy
a wish, a yearn, a need
to venture forth with a smile,
so if in a quiet
she might notice
her energy will the cause,
this finality.
© Scott F. Savage 2019
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