We stood inside this harmony
listening to a quiet Moon,
our hearts together some melody
we would only lose too soon.
One kind of love she would say,
meant to live only in fantasy.
One kind of life she would say,
meant without any scrutiny.
He would call out definition.
She would criticize it cryptic
his loss would be no solution
to a quiet moon for a skeptic.
Whenever I might again return
sort of memory driven and familiar
I’d always hope for and yearn
some reminder we’ve been together.
Under the moon, an autumn summer
Is where I belong in some forever
Under the moon, an autumn moon
©️ Scott F Savage 8/2021