For there was a recall,
swims my mind,
to soft a quiet
one rainy dusk,
when each round of corner,
private moments
could arouse the soul
in conversation or even
the sense of surrounding
telepathic mystique.
Oh to know the power
in passionate glance,
to feel such is a diadem
given beyond a virtuous
reality sworn away
inside the wonder
inherent with desire.
When an eventuality,
that afternoon
turning to evening
we did look in one another’s
eyes to seem ready
to know the grace
inside our lives as one
could in special
time begin anew
again, decades later
similar stroll,
quiet silence
a confident crisis
of sweet abandon.
© Scott F Savage 6/2021
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