We sat on a bench
tucked within the wood
overlooking a valley
clean and mosquito free
we laughed in the face
of a privilege
we couldn’t even see
yet when our eyes met
there was a truth
we could both remember
long past sharing a bench
in a distant wood.
©️Scott F Savage 1/2021
I realized how lost I am today. Not myself specifically in my state of mind, the notion of feeling less a part of my reality. I discovered a decisive removal of my memory, I sometimes hope I might be over reacting but I can’t always count on that anymore.
I won’t ever give up on what I believe I can’t possibly do that. My own sense of reality has been driven by a beauty and grace some people might not achieve in a lifetime. I have. When I reflect upon this time that I was able to experience, there is no question in the love I felt. I cannot let go of that for the remainder of my life because if I do then I will be a hypocrite to my own feelings.
So I will just remember and be grateful and carry the optimism I have always carried in my life. The last year has given me a certain freedom that I’ve had to work hard to feel but I do and I wish that upon anyone I love.
Especially you.
Crossing bridges
knowing time,
would that life allow itself
a serenity
holds back the tears.
Eyes everywhere in silence
certainty speaks an erase
a memory
no longer someone has matter
yet beauty in her grace
might not recall itself
though simple memory
will each travel the river
speak a quiet
love.
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Perhaps the evidence would suggest
by appearance
by gesture
he is an ordinary man.
Yet when her eyes fell upon his own
the skies did alight
a paradigm
state of mind
a parallel universe.
And then, in a sudden shape shift
his world turned upside down.
Her eyes
as lovely as the sea
would never leave his mind.
He would in peace
move forward
live in memory
her eyes
love.
she touched my heart
one fall afternoon
a simmer of a flirtatious
sweet serenade
where we both knew one day
a kiss might transcend our way.
I did, we did, remarkably
we stayed
I fell in love
time went by
a decade of searching
then one day
I chose to say
all in
love
Could we when lost in the hope of knowing how
would why world apart we might believe only now
is this our truth
to forever land inside a sea of doubt
drifting aimless in the doldrums of our own deceit
when conscious of our own slide
deep inside the water’s edge
that riptide dragged our spirits away
only to find ourselves afloat
lost in the moment
trying now to understand
how these thoughts
could ever speak
might once spoken
of love.
© Scott F Savage 1/2021
Words ever so brief
would that my grief …
So is an eccentric nature
wanting always to assure
the heart
apart
sweet is the freedom
in silence her diadem
he did hold
one time old.
While life might peak
swift would she speak
touching lives
could we arrive
my soul would now scream
to know this once is a dream.
©️ Scott F Savage 1/3021
A place we knew
I go there sometimes
when I am in the neighborhood,
I will look for you
imagine your energy
if only we might know.
Tonight the parking lot
was empty.
I thought of all those nights
wanting the real
please, to overshadow
the loss of you.
I can’t find you
when nearby we wander
I wonder how close
given I rarely go there.
I took my skis
found another park
one of our reserves
and left with trials of solemnity.
I wonder about you
often when I take a breathe
when hear tonight
I write you a hello.
©️ Scott F Savage 1/2021
Though hers were questions alone,
she would never let him near
for fear
he would she knew want him to return,
to be near,
to listen,
to hear,
though she knew he might remind her
only that hers, memory, heart, eyes, passion
truth
would matter.
© Scott F Savage 1/2021
For once could the night hold promise
sweet would be her magical caress,
the feeling of my fingertips running her brow,
soft the eyes would let my own follow.
We would in this form charm a cold heart
for now I walk inside galleried art
where names in a corner represent someone
whom I wish would may be the one.
The her, the me, the sudden turn then empty
when will I, how, could you, we were … empty
The hardest part is never really knowing why
even the knowing too much we will cry
when faced with letting go, this good bye, a no
when will the skies just let a time before me know
though there in truth swoon the dove
whose song would symbolize sweet love.
© Scott F Savage 1/2021
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