‘We belong together’
a lyric from the past
idyllic serenade
a covered embrace
yet a sudden gale force wind
pronounced and emphasized
if not announced
could be thought a gentle breeze.
All the makings of fortune
imagined as an entertaining fantasy
though sudden in its grip
reality a fashion
creates a friction in
our construct
what we might think once normal,
now quite simply
love
no longer matters
what was once … is out of hand.
©️Scott F Savage 2/2021
Fortune is a sedate humility
often lost, a cathartic
will
I one day
acknowledge my own
contribution. Once might settle this reaction
a cursory, shallow, restrictive
plight carry a gauntlet
of fear, shame , lost ideal
for hers, a she so
true consignment
Will out
ill met energy.
Hers would my heart less arrogance
yet knows forever
benevolent in
truth.
©️Scott F Savage 2/2021
Over, where we are
though naturally
we wish
might we, did we
all for naught
knowing the truth
could lead
would step in and you and me,
we
may we forever reflect
let our imagination be
a silence
we might always believe
holds truth, holds
love
©️Scott F Savage 2/2021
They come and go,
like the sunlight behind the clouds
seems simple enough to describe,
its just the shadows lay upon shrouds.
Is it possible to when I feel sadness
is it only me, or a shared response
to knowing you one time and then now
not remembering you at all.
Seems like time could go by forever
leaving me wondering if ever
there really was a fantasy,
was ours, were we did a fairy tale
really ever exist between the two of us,
or was I just made to believe
something I could never really be.
Days like these I don’t want to sleep,
so maybe I won’t but I will be hurting tomorrow,
the day will have these segments of pain,
and then you won’t ever be part of it,
ever again,
that choice was made long before
I even had a chance to know what love
meant.
© Scott F Savage 2/2021
This time
we sat in the car looking at the woods
each of us in our own world
trying desperately to find an answer,
waiting for something, anything to leap
out of the forest in our minds,
and give us some solace
to help restore or maybe too late
to give us an answer
we might live by well enough,
to turn our eyes toward one another
and feel the beauty
that once
we …
Yet, we hours later still didn’t know
just where in the wood we might go.
© Scott F Savage 2/2021
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