We wonder sometimes
My perception and yours
how different
we miss seeing
or we are
or would wish to be
or want to be remembered
as a person we once knew
in ourselves
together
yet now how different we are
still so very much
the same.
Love has a way of twisting our minds
in such a manner
we can’t ever really go back
whom we might then be
once idealized to be
ourselves.
©️Scott F Savage 4/2021
That passage to the other side
where our lives return
within ourselves
some secret symbiotic serenade
a dance we would leave
alone
while others deliberate
emphasizing a final syllable
speaks only that gesture we call
hope.
The other might survive as would
themselves
that nature of, we often call
the will to live beyond our
fantasy.
I remember a time
this struggle in my mind
to answer my own fear
with salutary praise,
you’d touch my heart he spoke
a silent reverie.
what would happen he thought
if the word he believed
might emanate from his lips.
How might she respond … an expression, spoken
love.
©️ Scott F Savage 4/3021
I remember these well
the quiet peace of her affection
a scent of passion always near
I would bask in her love
too much.
I would walk in love
a silent reality kept at bay,
for we would wouldn’t we
know peace in our lives
too much.
why two people might
so easily sacrifice their lives
after years of knowing passion
did well our own eyes
too much.
A certain wonder of what this is, could
be, that compassion we may always see.
©️Scott F Savage 4/2021
Though she be silent
it was every morning in the dawn
would I her song
hear miles away
as if in that breeze
could follow ever I went.
~
When only a sweet moment
then could my eyes
I no longer read
the why,
instead discreet then my cry
left my heart longing
in sigh.
~
For there on the hill
our park bench
would roll the meadow
a set of Escher steps
lead us one upon two
a mirror
an illusion in nature.
~
I cried again
not knowing better the wise
would have me, she …
could nearby a stroll.
Yet alone I remain in love.
©️ Scott F Savage 3/2021
If while we step back
emotions speak otherwise
how might life be now
A certain quiet mystery captures my imagination,
I wish I might say it was a lovely mystique
brought the two of us together so long ago,
the words are reminders of river walks, and forests, and soft landings
inside the sweet elixir of our fantasy.
~
The you and me still exists when I round the corner of my life,
a silent rain waking me in the morning,
the drops falling soft on my
window pane,
no storms just a spring shower,
the kind we might experience together in my car,
sitting in a forest waiting to find some words to say,
I love you and that is forever,
but the reminder would always remain,
no matter the sunlight in our heart.
~
Seems trivial to imagine such simple analogy,
when thinking of you and me,
but I do. When I read your letters
I cannot pretend the words did not come from your heart
I won’t put away the fresh response I had when holding you in my arms,
and then later the words, once you told me you loved them,
and then one day met your eyes with disdain.
~
Forever trying to figure out how our expressed and beautiful language
might turn a perpetual flame into this urgent need to last.
© Scott F Savage 3/2021
Though this is my heart,
a painful organ filled with reminders
the beating motion of a connected vessel of matter
the breathing apparatus nearby,
together throwing caution to the wind
and demanding the brain to step in place in time.
~
A heart might fear the worst when becomes broken
shattered remnants of a previous time,
when the ache would be more of a challenge
than the true existence of my well-being.
~
I stood outside last night again just wondering
if that country road really can run away forever.
© Scott F Savage 3/2021
I fought hard to know the outcome of loss
a moment alone
the world moved past my sight
and I felt sorrow only my own.
Would not, cannot any longer
find peace inside the depths
of a lonely heart.
A shadow remains
yet today is sunlight ahead.
Scott F Savage 3/2021
And I rather quiet in the woods
would imagine
a setting sun
could I re-create had once before
our then begun.
Would I when I walked
those loyal footsteps by my side.
An animal has no provision
for questioning the moment
except to walk ahead,
their’s is not
a conscious lament.
When then now this
today
we could just might
examine all the why
to hold a conscious reckoning
inside a brilliant sky.
If she might see beauty in her soul
we in faraway glance feel forever whole.
Scott F Savage 3/2021
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