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
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