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- A Quiet Moon
  
  Posted at 3:20 am by a quiet man, on August 6, 2021
  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.
  
  ~
  
  chorus
  
  ~
  
  Under the moon, an autumn summer
  
  Is where I belong in some forever
  
  Under the moon, an autumn moon
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 8/2021
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- That Artsy Call
  
  Posted at 8:18 am by a quiet man, on October 31, 2020
  I remember walks,
  
  cool autumn evening,
  
  no words spoken
  
  none needed
  
  only an occasional glance
  
  in crisp night air
  
  to find in each other
  
  a soul
  
  intertwined
  
  and giving
  
  in love.
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- Random Benchmarks
  
  Posted at 1:17 am by a quiet man, on October 3, 2020
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- Bright Sky, Soft Twilight
  
  Posted at 12:44 am by a quiet man, on October 3, 2020
  A night when nearby
  
  I can feel you,
  
  know you are there,
  
  lost in the stars
  
  a midnight sky,
  
  together our eyes will search
  
  and wonder if now
  
  would be the right time,
  
  or continue forward
  
  like the natural elements of this world
  
  around our dreams
  
  really is fantasy,
  
  or does the love I feel
  
  in my every waking moment,
  
  if when a dream brings you close,
  
  look outside
  
  see the moon asking questions,
  
  we aren’t able to answer them anymore,
  
  just the moon in a twilight autumn sky.
  
  © Scott F Savage 10/3/2020
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- A September Sky
  
  Posted at 10:01 am by a quiet man, on September 12, 2020
  I woke today to beauty in autumn,
  
  our lives as they may aging is solemn.
  
  Yet we might know inside a reach
  
  is passion such that love does teach
  
  ~
  
  The sight swoon a sigh in silvery sky
  
  a grateful beauty would a man cry.
  
  May we see in a moment of silence
  
  is hers in elegance a sweeping trance
  
  ~
  
  Today is a whether when where the gray
  
  of sweeping breeze will loosen as may
  
  the leaves of summer now are slipping
  
  might nearby an ice bodies preparing,
  
  ~
  
  For is the time of year we might slippery
  
  know this nature solace still shine silvery.
  
  © Scott F Savage 9/12/2020
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- A Matter of Time
  
  Posted at 10:50 pm by a quiet man, on June 20, 2020
  There is a life we lead,
  
  based upon a wish,
  
  perhaps an accumulation
  
  over time.
  
  I once walked along gravel roads to visit a friend,
  
  she would wait upon her summer porch,
  
  the heat of the day baking our skin,
  
  yet lemonade,
  
  or simply the beauty of her eyes,
  
  would always lead my way,
  
  like coming home,
  
  yet this was fantasy,
  
  not quite as real as life is
  
  today.
  
  I think about that porch,
  
  the one we did make our own,
  
  it had pebbles, and locked doors,
  
  though it allowed us to dream
  
  of a world tucked
  
  away in the wood,
  
  together we might sit
  
  holding hands,
  
  wishing forever,
  
  yet knowing in our reality,
  
  this would only be
  
  a short time,
  
  and then our lives
  
  would have to return,
  
  to a life
  
  we only knew
  
  alone.
  
  Yet isolation was never complete
  
  we had the laughter and cries
  
  that would only emanate
  
  from dearest child eyes.
  
  For many years we
  
  would try to live a journey
  
  by societal ramifications,
  
  the sort of law
  
  in morality
  
  would cause
  
  the freezing of our hearts,
  
  unraveling a soul,
  
  and yet,
  
  we knew that enchantment
  
  we could feel in the moment
  
  would never go away,
  
  unless we allowed
  
  the light to
  
  become a wisp, a notion,
  
  a flickering memory.
  
  © Scott F Savage 6/2020
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- Because, Matters
  
  Posted at 1:10 pm by a quiet man, on May 3, 2020
  In trying my hardest to understand,
  
  found is the constant dilemma
  
  too much analysis
  
  far away from a willingness
  
  to simply be,
  
  rather beyond the circumstance
  
  why.
  
  Oh how often does that moment arise
  
  standing along a river bank
  
  watching the water swirl in a pool
  
  of natural evolution,
  
  the beauty of spring,
  
  the magic of the fall,
  
  the curiosity of winter ice,
  
  pockets of freedom
  
  for water and eyes.
  
  I do so remember those times,
  
  holding her in my arms,
  
  never wanting to let go
  
  yet nightfall,
  
  an afternoon rain,
  
  a haste we could no longer overcome,
  
  gone would be the moment,
  
  we would no longer be.
  
  Because it matters to me,
  
  would that sunshine
  
  could be a moment of clarity,
  
  the love,
  
  the sweet melody
  
  of an afternoon,
  
  cloudless sky,
  
  her soft cheek near my own,
  
  the touch,
  
  drawing a slow walk
  
  such is the magic,
  
  found in eyes
  
  waiting to follow
  
  each other’s lead,
  
  with no time beckoning
  
  our beyond,
  
  this moment will always
  
  remain,
  
  when we could be
  
  together.
  
  I listen to a melody takes me home,
  
  let the soft sensuality
  
  inside a dream
  
  brought within my wakeful
  
  seemingly
  
  next life fantasy.
  
  For this will be my chosen nostalgic reality
  
  each morning through toward the night sky.
  
  © Scott F Savage 5/2020
  
  the ‘b’ series
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- Speaking In Shadows
  
  Posted at 10:43 pm by a quiet man, on November 29, 2019
  There was a time when song seemed a natural path,
  
  the flowers along a walkway glisten in the rain,
  
  a shadow of fear lost upon a sunlit horizon
  
  for everywhere we look might smile sweet love.
  
  Wish that a melody could walk me in a forest
  
  feel the natural scratch of brush along naked skin,
  
  the rustling of autumn leaves give way to the cold
  
  deadening nature of our forever changing season.
  
  I wished tonight I could hear her voice again,
  
  so many hours of wonder, of hope, when a tear follow
  
  the natural course of life when lost inside a dream,
  
  a hope, a passion, silent reminder of when, only then.
  
  This common theme of grateful eyes, and distant fond
  
  the grace of some familiar trail that would our eyes become
  
  now a simple nostalgic fairy tale, that once could be believed,
  
  would now be perhaps romanticized beyond our reality.
  
  I wanted to hear you, to see you, to sense your presence near me,
  
  oh to know the beauty of your elegance I once could hold so dear.
  
  © Scott F Savage 2019
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- A Storm Ahead
  
  Posted at 6:54 pm by a quiet man, on November 25, 2019
  The winds would suggest
  
  a storm ahead,
  
  a quiet breeze
  
  letting summer’s flower garden
  
  hang on for a lasting parade
  
  of memory,
  
  inside a dreamer’s holiday.
  
  Evenings have a certain silence
  
  readying for the change,
  
  a security is needed
  
  to protect ourselves
  
  from the rains turning to
  
  a wintry mix of
  
  Nature’s shroud.
  
  If we might fantasize,
  
  a chance to know our sweet
  
  horizon to share our eyes,
  
  inside the shelter
  
  of a calm,
  
  the simple elegance
  
  of having you in my arms
  
  would be we might know this gift
  
  is a quiet remind, two lovers adrift.
  
  © Scott F Savage 2019
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- This Time of Year
  
  Posted at 8:38 pm by a quiet man, on October 25, 2019
  This time of year,
  
  the chill begins to settle
  
  hearts speak a caution,
  
  soul will wander alone
  
  This time of year,
  
  our memory is masked,
  
  a desire to move forward,
  
  a need to say good-bye.
  
  This time of year,
  
  always that wonder
  
  the silence of an august
  
  perhaps a bitter sunrise.
  
  This time of year,
  
  the shadows are nearing,
  
  lives begin to settle,
  
  cold winds ask forgiveness.
  
  This time of year
  
  we still feel so near.
  
  © Scott F Savage 2019
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