I wonder sometimes why love gives us the sensitive nature of response.
Perhaps it’s because we have this inherent need to let sweet passion live.
I one time wrote about a lover wearing all white standing beyond a river.
The water was fast, I couldn’t cross, it was like a dream in my mind.
She held her arms out to me in a manner of suggesting we could still …
Yet all I could do in that moment was watch her visage slowly fade away.
I derived meaning in that moment to suggest our loves never really disappear.
A place in our mind always opens doors to remind us of such as is beauty.
Her elegance true I stood on my side of the river and let my tears run.
Eventually the morning sun shielded our sight and she slowly disappeared.
I walked the tall grass and returned to my world with nostalgic fortune
for love does return to remind us that there is such in a life of compassion.
I have returned to the river bed holding a hopeful solace every day of my life.
©️ Scott F Savage 6/2021
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