How do I prevent the lows
love come to mind
one lost, one returned
absence of truth
heart destroyed
was then my world.
Oh how might her eyes
deliver my lost soul
sweet solace.
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Daily Archives: May 20, 2020
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Good Night
Posted at 10:50 pm , on May 20, 2020
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Moments of Weakness
Posted at 10:15 pm , on May 20, 2020
We all have them,
taking another walk around the block,
a typical, know the path route,
only the sun was setting
in some different way
hundreds of dusk afternoons,
throughout my life
yet this fade into twilight,
my mind elsewhere,
paying attention
only to the pattern
concrete blocks,
taking me home
or
somewhere surreal,
is this village now
my home,
I noticed there are structures in the way of the sunset,
the one I would watch from my front yard,
settling romantically into a
quiet surround of forest green.
But I only watched it alone
for twenty years,
until one day,
she came into my life
let me see the sunlight
in a different way.
So now I do wonder
what is my new dynamic,
what will our lives become,
a quiet solace
a silent awakening
a different pitch upon the rays
would might I wish
illuminate my night.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
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A Personal Journey
Posted at 7:01 pm , on May 20, 2020
Trying to find my way,
a loneliness perhaps misunderstood
I would want to be
the freedom that some might suggest
follow their lives.
If the sunset is just ahead,
what happens to patience
the beauty inside a natural
world,
filtered by our reality.
I stood on a path with you thirty years ago,
I wondered about life,
the natural surrounding
overwhelmed me
leaving me a memory today.
I woke this morning
missed my trees
out my window are some saplings
I’ll age well before them,
haven’t a place for my feeders.
I’m told in my head
this journey is my own
so personal
no one can lead me,
only the paths that choose.
I’m going to watch the sunset alone tonight
It will matter more than myself.
A life might.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
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Dark Space
Posted at 1:50 pm , on May 20, 2020
Have you been here,
felt the taunting atmosphere,
a walk into a hidden alley,
the hair on the back of neck,
unless I’m not alone,
I don’t have a grasp upon the skeletons,
they reveal themselves,
and give me some acidic response
to my own identity.
See that’s where I fail
finding the confidence to know
if I step away, people will
not go away,
my greatest fear
losing the energy
of those I love,
of one who might, just does
hold my heart and soul
in her arms.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
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Sweet Reckoning
Posted at 9:30 am , on May 20, 2020
The lush response to spring rains did
today and the days before
come to life after a torrent of rains,
create a world of lovely beauty, elegance.
So now the walks become predictable,
Heavens that we shadow a wonder in sunlight
the evening stroll to watch a sunset
the morning coffee to share a sunrise.
Perhaps a bicycle ride,
a camp nearby our favorite fishing hole,
sweet serenity of Nature just guiding my eyes,
what wondrous opportunity come to mind.
Walk alone, hold hands with your imagination,
we are often glancing and searching for the same.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
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