Though she be silent
it was every morning in the dawn
would I her song
hear miles away
as if in that breeze
could follow ever I went.
~
When only a sweet moment
then could my eyes
I no longer read
the why,
instead discreet then my cry
left my heart longing
in sigh.
~
For there on the hill
our park bench
would roll the meadow
a set of Escher steps
lead us one upon two
a mirror
an illusion in nature.
~
I cried again
not knowing better the wise
would have me, she …
could nearby a stroll.
Yet alone I remain in love.
©️ Scott F Savage 3/2021
