In trying my hardest to understand,
found is the constant dilemma
too much analysis
far away from a willingness
to simply be,
rather beyond the circumstance
why.
Oh how often does that moment arise
standing along a river bank
watching the water swirl in a pool
of natural evolution,
the beauty of spring,
the magic of the fall,
the curiosity of winter ice,
pockets of freedom
for water and eyes.
I do so remember those times,
holding her in my arms,
never wanting to let go
yet nightfall,
an afternoon rain,
a haste we could no longer overcome,
gone would be the moment,
we would no longer be.
Because it matters to me,
would that sunshine
could be a moment of clarity,
the love,
the sweet melody
of an afternoon,
cloudless sky,
her soft cheek near my own,
the touch,
drawing a slow walk
such is the magic,
found in eyes
waiting to follow
each other’s lead,
with no time beckoning
our beyond,
this moment will always
remain,
when we could be
together.
I listen to a melody takes me home,
let the soft sensuality
inside a dream
brought within my wakeful
seemingly
next life fantasy.
For this will be my chosen nostalgic reality
each morning through toward the night sky.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
the ‘b’ series
apersonaljourney - stories of love 