A story once lent to an illusion
could espouse any sort of conclusion
if only the listener
had spoken forever.
Instead the mystery will always remain,
will seem as evident as yesterday’s rain.
When life creates a dynamic in retrospect
the ability of a presence not yet occurred
can raise into question a value of self-respect
(speaker please acknowledged what is inferred).
In my dreams on a humid afternoon I remember
an ability exists in life, desire to ignite this ember.
There might today a truth we could
pray together would need, want
as gratifying as the word ‘should’
a semantic inappropriate less gallant.
There are these sounds that frighten me
wish always my desire to consistently be.
© Scott F Savage 7/2020
the ‘b’ series