Within these walls of love
might I ever know just how close we fell into
feeling the pain of scraping flakes of
carefully composed paints and oils,
all of the ingredients
make up the shelter
protects our lives from the fear
waits upon us on the other side.
When inside the dream where eyes do sparkle
could we ever make allowance
to find some easier stretch
to rest our script
wonder at the beauty of only
sharing what we might believe is true
rather than aggravate the loss,
appreciate the view.
Today will be a difficult day,
knowing I have you by my side
yet realize I cannot decide
for you, for me, myself,
we are together three …
this you and me,
and then there is love.
That place is where I want to be,
and wish to know only how I might
navigate the trials of such passions
as our worlds did collide
and now rather than stick to the wall,
chip and scrape away
make new avenues
to lay fresh ground,
but God help me, please don’t ever forget
what once did scream our names
upon these naked walls.
I wish you might know the beauty in your Grace
that shadows around you always
a certain peace, a tranquil soul
forever now caught inside some somber occasion
allowing only my confusion to help
decide the temperature
that is, that will be,
her definition alone
sweet remedy would
carry this weight.
I’m not ready to layer on the finale
only love in its intensity seems remain.
© Scott F Savage 5/2021