only she might know her tears while he is masculinity
lost in pause
hers is well-defined in silence as he might pressure on
she would stoic
emergence is her elegance in posture
his exceeding passing frenzy
could only wish to achieve a peace
some compelling save would might settle her storm
this is love
© Scott F Savage 7/2021
Hers a quiet disposition
beyond the travail
words in hand
a demeanor might suggest
quiet repose
a certain elegance
would that she might
feel
such is pleasantry
yet in pose
sweet solace
in eyes romantic
like that of age
we once knew
a fantasy,
beauty in silence.
We all have them,
taking another walk around the block,
a typical, know the path route,
only the sun was setting
in some different way
hundreds of dusk afternoons,
throughout my life
yet this fade into twilight,
my mind elsewhere,
paying attention
only to the pattern
concrete blocks,
taking me home
or
somewhere surreal,
is this village now
my home,
I noticed there are structures in the way of the sunset,
the one I would watch from my front yard,
settling romantically into a
quiet surround of forest green.
But I only watched it alone
for twenty years,
until one day,
she came into my life
let me see the sunlight
in a different way.
So now I do wonder
what is my new dynamic,
what will our lives become,
a quiet solace
a silent awakening
a different pitch upon the rays
would might I wish
illuminate my night.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
There is that glance,
mine is searching,
early morning faces,
waiting upon a facade
all privacy inside their own
personal planner
like any other day.
My eyes open
the village outside
my life no longer
the exclusive
neighbor
cutting a lawn
in the surface
drawn cul-d-sac.
My table the same
coffee on my left
headphones
people watching and …
creating words,
finding words,
searching ever more
the right moment.
I remember again
like yesterday,
she scarves an elegance
standing in line
laceless tennis shoes
lean back
left leg straight to hip
resting, planted posture,
right readied
fragile bend at knee
pirouette.
Oh to might her glance
may she my eyes smile
©️ Scott F Savage 4/2020
In a travel to seek redemption
was reminder of quiet innocence
for words were absent
a silence forgiving explanation
while this our memory created
swept tones in nostalgic countryside
Such is emerging in the near eye
lovely when together we did imagine
a sweet naive picturesque experience
in summer, while the world around
us lived in lives seeming a normalcy
beyond the beauty of soft mystique.
Though we did begin to notice change
certainty dismissed sullen to offer idyllic.
Such is a partnership when entwined soul
will regard the heart, will wander solace.
If ever a need to find return we chose a smile
knowing ahead would be then an anonymity
toward the grace our own person felt in an alone
passion with a wander in mind, collective
in the spirit of risk maybe forever
though a temporary range of longevity.
A country road in middle summer lush
with the natural cover of a world beyond
this humanity meant to dialogue in design
this fantasy fortunate in a span of allowance
this time in our staid consequence in return
for him, travel across bridging beyond the hurt.
Though we did begin to notice change
certainty dismissed sullen to offer idyllic.
Such is a partnership when entwined soul
will regard the heart, will wander solace.
© Scott F Savage 2020
I suppose I would imagine walking inside
a coastal village with a soothing blend of island groove
my only wish to be Sade standing at the center
of everyone’s world in the moment, cool, winsome,
the arrangement of this name.
The human condition needs to dance
with sweet freedom, hips swivel, eyes dare,
and the mind lets go so the heart might
then design Nature’s way of melodic song
while the body allows desire to speak passion.
Oh while the world around me lives an agenda
mine is lost in white sands and a distant lover
miles away yet still close to my heart our eyes
do yearn to pull our lives next to one another,
skin on skin, sensual bodies intermingle
such is the levity of a romantic interlude at sea.
Feel the breeze please, know the moment
does exist when even if she didn’t imagine it
possible my every move was in order that she may see me
she may see me
she may see me,
and no one else near this passionate man,
could possibly hold the embrace
of her, her muse, my … this elegance
that allows my dreams to maintain
this is my forever yearn.
© Scott F Savage 2/2020
A picture of love …
gather bright
such brilliance
is the horizon in
quiet reflection
such is
the beauty of her
a quiet
yet gentle
reflection
inside the sweet
memory
of what is true is
simple elegance
a dance a
lesser human
might forget
without
the gentle reminder
a sensuality a
mystique
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
I stood by her side, her smile
she let me look in her eyes,
there in the moonlight,
I could see her soul,
she knew I knew,
and yet she let me stay there,
holding strong her questions,
always wanting an answer
and I tried
I tried until I cried,
she was there
to wipe away my tears
there in the moonlight,
she gave me her world,
and I knew in that moment,
it would a silent night decide,
if our love were really this true
we would find our love so blue
inside the delight of a moon
I still remember her swoon.
There in the moonlight
she shares her lovely night.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda – her photo
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