While summer is now
the august memory
the night cicada speak it’s rhythm
sweet sunlight keep distance
toward what will be our mettle
we carry on
find warm reason
to hollow within
suggestions of cool winds
fallen hero is a splendid
landscape of memory
that will question
all that is mysterious
yes, is her mystique
in love.
© Scott F Savage 2019
While a stroll
quiet evening breeze
swift is memory
include her dream
the once was,
a maybe
then tears afterward
he didn’t know
though compassion
remained in his heart
the craziness
our silent intrigue …
shattered within
her heart,
iced inside his
constant appeal.
The autumn
could have been
quite enough
in its servitude
dragging in the reality
of winter in hand
our lives taken apart
by the elements
returning us home
long enough to forget
for a moment,
until the thaw
when
one walks forward.
Oh to know the pain
he served
an impassioned love
he forgot his way
her efforts ignored
sans the loneliness
responsibility her will
his defeat.
I didn’t want to wonder,
so I wrote you a letter,
and yet, even in the quiet autumn rain,
I knew the answers wouldn’t matter.
She’d ask me about fantasy,
wanted to know what was real
what matters, when might we feel
worthy of some sweet serenity.
Last night the sky was clear
except for the soft clouds drifting near,
a full moon a beckoning light,
until she felt the veil of her shadow.
I remember when I was a child,
some movie, maybe a fairy tale,
suggestive of a cloud covered moon,
there is sadness in feeling so alone.
I stood outside tonight in the tears
of a fall sky turning to winter,
I could feel the numbness of a frozen
state of mind, swept in an icy horizon.
Whispers in moonlight would always be a song
for this is a silence inside I will forever long.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
October morning
Fresh, then leaves fall reckoning
Autumnal mourning.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
a very simple walk
sunlight on cut forest paths
just the two of us,
her hand in mind,
an occasional glance
find your eyes, find my own,
feel the gravel beneath our soul
holding fast
to the grace of our heart
walking along with me,
let’s laugh and smile
simple emotions
a sunny day
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
If a sun might rise in wistful autumn
might the blazing maple speak a sonnet.
For when hue shining spectacular let
sweet mind visit simple love is solemn.
Wake readily would human condition
in accentuate disclosure in fall
moments leading toward his callous gall
wanting her redeeming peace a notion.
Ardent leaves breaking free will symbolize
a passing, swift as a breeze will carry
forward important energy, tarry
none will be argument for we the wise.
Is love is meant is time is not we cease,
Whisper sweet we descend to soil in peace
– for Zelda
~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~
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