I don’t know the rules
won’t be one of those fools.
Step lightly
escape
inside a somber silence,
though we stroll away
we wear a fashion
of our soul
inside the magic,
letting go.
~
I once did grasp the play
a fantasy against the odds still
willing a risk
inside the silence of a dream.
I could feel a sweet Grace, hers,
alive, it will redeem,
might forever seem
one step ahead
– dying to signify some solace –
would that my heart
ever hold a goodness
lost in, when, did, eternal confidence,
decisive us,
unraveling our reckoning.
~
Would that soft simplicity be dealt
such while the hands of love we felt.
©️Scott F Savage 4/2021
(happy birthday z)