Could we when lost in the hope of knowing how
would why world apart we might believe only now
is this our truth
to forever land inside a sea of doubt
drifting aimless in the doldrums of our own deceit
when conscious of our own slide
deep inside the water’s edge
that riptide dragged our spirits away
only to find ourselves afloat
lost in the moment
trying now to understand
how these thoughts
could ever speak
might once spoken
of love.
© Scott F Savage 1/2021
Words ever so brief
would that my grief …
So is an eccentric nature
wanting always to assure
the heart
apart
sweet is the freedom
in silence her diadem
he did hold
one time old.
While life might peak
swift would she speak
touching lives
could we arrive
my soul would now scream
to know this once is a dream.
©️ Scott F Savage 1/3021
A place we knew
I go there sometimes
when I am in the neighborhood,
I will look for you
imagine your energy
if only we might know.
Tonight the parking lot
was empty.
I thought of all those nights
wanting the real
please, to overshadow
the loss of you.
I can’t find you
when nearby we wander
I wonder how close
given I rarely go there.
I took my skis
found another park
one of our reserves
and left with trials of solemnity.
I wonder about you
often when I take a breathe
when hear tonight
I write you a hello.
©️ Scott F Savage 1/2021
Though hers were questions alone,
she would never let him near
for fear
he would she knew want him to return,
to be near,
to listen,
to hear,
though she knew he might remind her
only that hers, memory, heart, eyes, passion
truth
would matter.
© Scott F Savage 1/2021
For once could the night hold promise
sweet would be her magical caress,
the feeling of my fingertips running her brow,
soft the eyes would let my own follow.
We would in this form charm a cold heart
for now I walk inside galleried art
where names in a corner represent someone
whom I wish would may be the one.
The her, the me, the sudden turn then empty
when will I, how, could you, we were … empty
The hardest part is never really knowing why
even the knowing too much we will cry
when faced with letting go, this good bye, a no
when will the skies just let a time before me know
though there in truth swoon the dove
whose song would symbolize sweet love.
© Scott F Savage 1/2021
We did, were, no longer do
feel the damp morning dew
that soft would tickle our eyes
miles away a shadow secure.
We could within time see a future
where fear might intercede
rather precarious
when caught, no bound
within this a precious
phenomena our love.
We chose to break each other
our heart and soul
sweet separation.
©️ Scott F Savage 1/2021
Long before anyone showed up to wonder,
the sole proprietor of worry, a concern
an internal battle whereby no one need care
except the him, her, the people that do
no longer care about society and its worthy
component of judgment, shame and guilt.
~
Oh to lose ourselves in the news of the world,
to let go of personal aggravations and blame
it all upon a world away from our own,
yet right here in my backyard I watched a fight
break out between two states of mind,
one struggling to survive,
and the other wishing only to conquer
the reality of a life lived in peace.
~
I watched the day drift by today, like sheets of rain,
weeping through the avenue painting the street.
© Scott F Savage 12/2020
To the untrained eyes,
the look is wonderful, filled with smiles
or perhaps there is that serious pose,
instilled by the photographer
gives a certain panache to the identity.
~
Hers always a puzzle for me
yet drew my eyes in a smile,
in the heartbreak of loneliness that an expression
might cry out – when one time I could reach
and then later destroy.
~
Always been a sensitive soul
so I was told,
and grew to know
though not really something I might favor
and forever forgive its appeal.
~
I’ve hurt you I know
without restraint, no process
only a reactive woe that mattered only to me,
to shed light, later too late
for the cycle of our lives
to retrace and find some moral compass
we might hold on to
we might find solace
we might surely understand the truth.
~
Left now only with pictures we can re-imagine
or shelve as a memory framed upon a matting of denial.
© Scott F Savage 12/2020
There is now and the when
we reach out and feel a cold wind,
and yet a warmth exists,
having known once before I did.
~
She took my heart and wrapped it in a naked palm
setting it down where I will never know,
though I will look in familiar ponds
see it floating before my eyes, a certain grace.
~
Oh she did teach me a beauty in passion,
where I was lost she would help me find
some natural course of life less defined
and in that brief moment of silence
~
I walked today to a familiar setting in wood
searching over and over again as one would.
© Scott F Savage 12/24/2020
So many times I would travel this road
it would be daylight
sunrise, returning in a setting sun.
I wonder sometimes how long it was
I would remain alone
inside a fantasy of love
We talked so often of love
somehow confused our lives with sex,
sex and love,
love and sex.
I suppose I’ll never know
which one you might have handed to me,
which
you believe belonged to you.
All I can do is visualize those moments
when together we might share eyes,
do you remember
that was all we needed.
I’m here right now
needing you
in a manner you once told me
I was needed,
I have tears of confusion
all I will ever have.
There will forever be this love
rare possibility of ever going away
eternal heart and soul
will always dream eyes.
©️ Scott F Savage 12/2020
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