In a scheme
lays down
a patterned dream
lacks spontaneity
for its only sacrifice
would be
his waking reality.
He does relent
this power of suggestion
once a reliance
settles in
then all expectation
drowns inside
qualm of fear.
Might our lives
find a peace
beyond menial labors
of the mind
so forgetful is such is
Grace.
Upon each the threshold of our lives
lay the ground – heart and soul, thrive.
©️ Scott F Savage 9/2020
A certain escape occurs
the mind assigned
hold on to nothing
held in isolation.
We would he said he could
always a tormented soul
slow to grasp yet forever
lost in this timing tirade.
Might we all feel peace
when things may not
go our way
yet love in mystique
paves the way.
No, suggestion perfect harmony,
stay fast and forward, embrace a sanity
©️ Scott F Savage 9/2020
What we might know now in contrast to what we wished then.
Who would we imagine to hold our soul in their hands.
Two letters both of which would hold the love of time in eyes.
Written with tears, conveyed with smiles, the hopes of dreams.
If then I knew today what I wanted to understand when,
might we forever recognize the constancy of time is our truth.
For it is in that peace in our lives we seek.
If our hearts mend that we shan’t call meek.
©️Scott F Savage 9/2020
When I go to sleep tonight
I’ll think of you
imagine what stirred emotions
when we were younger
now generations
so fast pace decades of our lives
the beauty of her innocence
the memories
give me pause
I’m grateful to reflect upon your luxury.
~
I have tears in my eyes,
I won’t wipe them away
let them dwell,
dampen my cheeks
for they are so real
remind me
such is compassion
would be our guiding
moonstruck twilight.
~
I’ve waited years
know this moment
know it is here
now
~
I can feel her words
like solemn litany
touch her innocence
recall her own mystique
soft is spirituality
did we share
for she is real in my memory.
~
Glance towards truth in harmony
for it is now we can feel peace.
©️ Scott F Savage 9/2020
– to Jane with love
First moments
when eyes met
privacy in an observed
gentle flow
arms entwined
we knew passion again
the freedom under our bodies
a sound of a constant
symbol of life
in a natural setting.
Us on this our
silent passion
a kiss longing
like forever
we did wait with
patience
the sun peeking through the forest
all in the measured
quiet
is love.
©️Scott F Savage 9/2020
Hers a quiet disposition
beyond the travail
words in hand
a demeanor might suggest
quiet repose
a certain elegance
would that she might
feel
such is pleasantry
yet in pose
sweet solace
in eyes romantic
like that of age
we once knew
a fantasy,
beauty in silence.
In such remarkable time
lives in worrisome lines of peril
though most
would wish we will
only see the light of day
together.
In second nature might we love
for there is no greater feeling,
knowing passion
understanding the resilient nature
holds on to all that is worth
her touch,
the soul of his desire.
So when might this man
whom we all
understand is in a constant
state of omniscient pride
suddenly recognize
the beauty inherent with a
humility heard in the darkest regions
of our grip upon sanity.
For now could a one time lover
know silence need not forever …
© Scott F Savage 9/2020
For now with shelter
in the storm
her mind creates
such is the silence
of dreams
of fantasy
of desire and passion
when once anew
when we could we might.
When all our lives
our imagination at play
on emotion
a courteous encounter
where chivalry lost hope
of ever
holding her, you,
my arms fill with desire
her soul
breathes beauty
her heart will I hold
if might she could
return.
©️ Scott F Savage 9/2020
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