I stood outside in the rain,
felt warm drops of summer
cleanse my face of an internal pain.
~
Nobody knew
everyone maintains a distance
a sort commonly known refrain.
~
We all feel it, hear it, speak about
it while we live lives we might
the awkward silence remain.
~
I stood outside in the rain
my better judgment would I restrain.
©️ Scott F Savage 1/2020
My soul
is of this certain
responsibility
suggests a compass
of my integrity.
Tonight while waves of passion
drift away from me
I know I am lying to myself
when imagining
their reality nearby.
For some distance
has employed
a departure of love,
for this I know
when having her
the ‘you’ in beauty
inside a soul
did teach me happiness.
When now my world
this is my contrast
such is survival
the need to
as does she say,
yet me alone
I will inside my
upheaval
find sweet Grace
in knowing her, well you
did, do
beyond my obligation
do once again
did, can, will always
appreciate a lovely
happiness
in the touch of her
sweet – ly
this would be true
only
for me, and you.
– for z
My life is different now
no longer the,
lost inside a
rather surreal landscape.
I wonder
what is now
the shy
when a world becomes a galaxy.
There might be
a different tone
a sorted out, suggestive
figured out my balance, nod.
Yet in the quiet
a forest green
such a memory
no longer found.
When will there one day
a moment
when found, not lost
a sojourn known.
I spoke of you
so many nigh
would she
well imagine orherwise
there, was, is now, some
indifference
for I am right
and you quite obviously
changed.
©️ Scott F
I wish you might know me
for the simple soul I am
is a quiet one.
~
Who wishes only peace in prayer
may be who we admire
without a need for gallant return.
~
I found my life tonight
in pages and parcels, scraps
tokens and tears.
~
Certainly nowhere in the rummage
could I find a young man
fell in love with the dream.
~
Watching from afar
now a world of decades
finding resignation.
~
I am the lovely man,
who could dream and imagine,
create and behold.
~
In the shelter of a wintry night
life finds an emptiness
a vessel of forgotten nights.
~
I’m sorting through my life
mine alone my life,
my life is in these shadows.
~
I know it’s somewhere
inside the memories,
I will be there forever.
~
Until the new dawn arrives,
some say it always does,
hold still a sigh.
~
Breathe deep among
scattered ashes for their lives
true abandon of all fear
~
For now we keep sorting through
what forever might hold true.
©️ Scott F Savage 1/2020
This once was, is
my home, ours, theirs
together
so many moments
laughter is children
tears in one another’s arms
for the sake of those
might pass before our very eyes.
This foundation
we built together
carving out dreams
held decades of love
for those two
those two remarkable
children
we were blessed
fortunate to have their lives
model our own.
We were lucky
they survived,
we sucked
yet the two of them
they did
children
boy and girl
taught us how to
reason and why
… how to love …
©️ Scott F Savage 2020
When two meet the feeling
hers upon my own
my own being felt by her
fingertips pull away hair
skin upon skin
bare
in the moment
arms meant to hold
a hand may cradle each other in gentle
skin upon skin
raise ourselves to find each other
eyes
rest again
I can feel your love
our compassion
I will hold you close
skin upon skin
through every storm.
©️Scott F Savage 2020
Because long before we parted ways,
we would ourselves speculate
wonder about the now,
could it continue to hold the same candle,
the fire in our eyes,
when in the midst of a cool summer night,
only her glance, my cast eyes, our hearts
would play with the notes upon our dreams.
Now here I am,
this life I did choose so many decades ago,
suddenly the valued is torn asunder,
and doors are opened,
that may not be allowed to stay
remain accessible
to the one I love,
to the you,
to the moment when I am alone,
and I can safely
now
imagine you in your quiet beauty
such wonder
such delightful mystique,
would that I might know
the key to safe arrival
for it is you I respect
with all my heart and soul,
my love, my yearn,
my less foolish arrival
inside the sweet mystery is
her love.
© Scott F Savage 2020
Listen careful to the evening blues,
the patterns of a wintry night,
cascades filtered upon neon lights,
the telling nature of whom we believe.
Tell me a story she said to me one night,
and then decades flew by,
stories no longer told,
only imagined by separate sails.
Oh, he might write about his own struggle
trying desperately to figure out why,
never having a lead,
a solution to what it is made him cry.
In the immediacy of a quiet evening,
he would feel only his own soul
in tears of a waning midnight sacrifice
his life would need to move forward.
He might then recall the sweetest smile,
not anyone whom anyone might imagine,
only the beauty of time,
his love for her in the mystique of nigh.
For it were that her elegance, a silent wonder
would be his spell he would choose a wander
© Scott F Savage 2020
I would walk for miles
barren streets
hearing her words,
‘I’m leaving you.’
Dreams become nightmare become-peace
begin to manifest our
seeking solace.
I remember fleeting notions of freedom
once pride settled
and logic spoke
a clarity
a mix of hope and despair
some
convoluted controversy
drawn together
an oddity of forces, energy spent
confusion
until that day, one day
all the trials the mystery of wonder
came true.
I stood alone on that highway
I knew
alone I now, I know I could love
you.
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