Opened a door
and there she stood
just like before
she hadn’t changed.
His wonder in silence
if he might, could,
his heart now chance
their lives rearranged.
He did say hello
smiled as she would
could she see him glow,
in this brief exchange.
He felt in his soul a pang
His heart in hers did hang.
Seems simple to know when life isn’t going your way
All the pitfall of modern society can only nag
That internal spokesperson for how we should stay
The course, the avenue, the lane – a sultry snag.
~
Once when under the moon did we feel strong
To capture moment would be a certain truth,
We could know then we’d done nothing wrong.
Only in certain drama would we be uncouth.
~
I watch the moon rise at night when alone
A distant hoot owl causes me to feel fine
She might be listening in certain zone
A state of mind, of nostalgic rewind.
~
I am going to watch the full moon release
inside me this turmoil that only seeks peace.
A quiet memory
nature is a splendor
memory attached
a quiet moon.
Sweet moisture
night dew
creates soft droplets
on an isolated bench.
We sat for hours
the cool feeling
on our naked thighs.
We laughed
hugged
smiled
kissed
felt our passion
light up in the night sky,
a hunter’s moon.
Said anyone to
no one.
Same result
we all concur.
Seems little concern
to know the
whereabouts
of this lost soul.
There could be
an anchor
we hold onto
in a storm.
The turmoiled mind
lost in shadows
wanting only
to be
one of the crowd.
Turn toward
a mirror
and wander soft,
who’s in there?
I wanted to
write to
you
tonight.
I hold promise
with
serendipity
and things alike.
We reach a time
we begin to realize
how close
always
has been
a solution
to our demise.
For it is
thinking
our own life
a sort of
place on the horizon.
Such bullshit
to get us through the night.
Read it again
if you don’t
agree.
I think we all
want to
feel
happy in our own
safe little
shelter.
Keep the door closed
and that
scary part of
interacting
won’t interfere with a
self-made solace.
I once remembered
writing you,
and then I trailed off.
A glance into my evening parade
the thought police, the reminders,
what we were, wanted to be,
what we are today, who,
I can never really tell anymore.
But I wait for the moon, sleek
across a twilight sky,
I’m with you, me, we too
we are one in nature’s incandescent
dance in a gallery
stars inside
crying hearts.
Last night I wrote her a letter
I figured upon some single word
to hopefully make everything better
still living in a mindset of the absurd.
~
Today I stroke the hour of midnight with a searching
eye for calm, listening … breeze, bright sky, yearning
~
Seems time doesn’t real heal a bleeding heart
unless there might be some universe well apart
I remember back to the days of romantic air
when the two of us well fell inside a lover’s lair
~
we didn’t seem to forecast any blues ahead
only knew we’d proven passion is not dead
Seems time doesn’t really heal a bleeding heart
unless there might be some universe well apart
~
Today I stroke the hour of midnight with a searching
eye for calm, listening … breeze, bright sky, yearning
~
Each time I travel around a corner that seems is new
still they desire, that driving compassion remains strong
I’m wanting only her and nothing more, if she only knew
her beauty is, such elegance does, each moment I long.
~
Did he mention the full moon, wherever we were, still lands.
© Scott F Savage 8/2021
We always did laugh
in the light of the moon
in full radiance
it does speak of a time
when a rise on the horizon
once a gift to me
your heart compelled
draw my eyes to the rising moon
that crisp autumn night
when the chill could go away
knowing your arms would cradle
me in soft soul reaching love.
~
Tonight the moon hides behind a shroud
though it holds promise this being your day.
©️ Scott F Savage 4/2021
(happy birthday z)
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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